AMIR: Jake.
JAKE: Come on, what's the rule? Don't talk to me, unless -
AMIR: Unless I have a question, which, I do...and that is...did you get play this weekend?
(Jake gives Amir an incredulous look).
AMIR: Boom. Straight up. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. I respect you too much...for that.
JAKE: Play? Did I get play?
AMIR: Did you get it? That. Jake. What? Yeah.
JAKE: Okay, new rule: No talking to me unless you have a question, SPECIFICALLY pertaining to
work.
AMIR: Okay, new rule for you, no talking to me, unless....you want to.
JAKE: Fine.
AMIR: Or, okay, new rule...unless, even if you don't want to, I get 3 begs a day.
JAKE: Okay, stop talking.
AMIR: Wow. Sorry. Sorry you don't get with fine chicks. That's not my problem, though.
JAKE: Okay, nobody calls chicks fine or says play. THAT'S your problem.
AMIR: Oh, THAT'S my problem.
JAKE: Yeah, you're like an 8th grade nerd.
AMIR: Nerd, right? I'm a nerd? I'm a nerd? I'm a nerd? I'm a ner-hahahahahaha
JAKE: Okay, you're yelling.
AMIR: Would a nerd get oh, i don't know, a 1.26 gpa in college?
JAKE: Are you serious?
AMIR: 3 D pluses and an F. Every trimester. Like clocks...
JAKE: Okay.
AMIR: ...work. Ask any one of my professors. I didn't study for one exam, one quiz -
JAKE: Okay, that's like pathetic.
AMIR: Pathetic, maybe. But why don't you call me a nerd?
JAKE: You're a nerd.
AMIR: Call me a nerd one more time.
JAKE: You're a nerd.
AMIR: Louder.
JAKE: YOU'RE A NERD!
AMIR: You'll do ANYTHING I fucking tell you to do, won't you? (Amir makes a kissing motion)
JAKE: Don't do that.
(Amir makes a hesitant, insecure kissing motion, then gives up)
AMIR: Sorry.