[Jake and Amir are sitting at their desks. Amir has a hanger sticking out the back of his shirt. Jake's wrist is in a brace.] AMIR: Hey. JAKE: ... AMIR: Hello? JAKE: Hey. AMIR: It's me. JAKE: I know, you're-- you're sitting across from me. AMIR: What's going on for tonight? JAKE: Nothing. AMIR: You know I can barely hear you, I dunno if it's you or if it's me. JAKE: It's definitely you. We're not on the phone, Amir. AMIR: Ok. Lemme talk to you later. JAKE: That's fine. AMIR: Alright I'll talk to you later. JAKE: Ok! AMIR: Bye. JAKE: What is your problem, and what is in your back? AMIR: What? (reaches his arm to feel for what's in his back. He grabs it and starts laughing.) Oh my God. Look at this! I walked to work, (he takes out the hanger) there's still a hanger in my back. Ahah! I guess I never took it off of it when I wore it to work. JAKE: C'mon, man. AMIR: What? JAKE: We talked about this. I will only talk to you if-- AMIR: If you don't feel pity, I know, I'm sorry. JAKE: ... AMIR: Jake, it's Amir. I feel really bad about before. I hope we can still be gullies, man. JAKE: ... AMIR: (scratching his neck with the hangar) Uh... Jake it's Amir again-- JAKE: Shut up! AMIR: Hello? JAKE: ...