Trish:
[phone rings]
Hello?
Andy Stitzer:
Hey, how you doing?
Trish:
Um... how you doing?
Andy Stitzer:
I'm well.
Trish:
Who is this?
Andy Stitzer:
This is... James.
[hits himself with the phone]
Trish:
James? Do I know you, James?
Andy Stitzer:
[stammering]
I was wondering whether you had a few minutes to talk about a little laundry detergent.
Trish:
Are you a telemarketer, James?
Andy Stitzer:
Yep.
Trish:
Are you at the top of a tall building? Can you get to a roof quickly? Jump off! I mean, you people are sick. Get a real fucking job, why don't you? Go shoot yourself in the fucking head! Hey, why don't you just, you know, get a knife and run into it? Why don't you do that, huh?
Andy Stitzer:
Okay.
Trish:
All right, I'll see you later, James.
Andy Stitzer:
Nice to talk to you.
Trish:
Fuck your mother, okay? Bye-bye.
[hangs up]
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