Amir: Hey. Dinner. Tonight. 8 o'clock. Jake: Ah, no thanks. I'm pretty tired. Amir: Ice cream? You want ice cream? Jake: No. Amir: Probably can't... probably can't get ice cream unless you finish your dinner. Jake: Well, yeah. I said no to both, so... Amir: Come on, man. Don't be some loser who stays at home. Jake: Fine. Sorry. Amir: I'm sorry, listen. I shouldn't have called you a loser. Let me come over, make dinner, we'll eat it together, I feel like a huge... I feel like a dick ever since I made fun of you. Jake: Honestly, don't worry about it. Forget it. Amir: Like I know you're just trying to be polite or whatever. I'm not gonna take no for an answer. Jake: Take no for an answer. I don't want you to come tonight. Amir: What's your favorite beer? Jake: Listen, I just, I don't want to do anything tonight, but I'll answer your question; it's Stella. But don't come over. Amir: Comin' over with a twelver of it. Jake: Ok, you're not listening to me. I really don't feel like doing anything tonight. I'm sorry. Amir: Come on, let's do something together for once. Jake: Uh, god. I'm just really tired, I want to get home, I feel like shit. If you absolutely have to come over, then... Amir: Sweet! I'll come over at 8. Vodka and Red Dogs. Ruff! Auuuuuu! Jake: Do you mean Red Bull? Amir: Yeah. That's how I do a bull, it's so weird. It's like 'ruff'. Jake: But you also said dog. Amir: ...... Ruff! Jake: Forget it.