Amir: Can you send me an email just to see if it works? To my Gmail? Jake: I will transmit it to your brain! Amir: Yes, do send me the data! Oo, the king requests the information to be sent to me, forthwith! Quickly now! Jake: Stop. Amir: Quickly. Jake: Alright, I get it. Amir: Oo, before they see us. Jake: Just quit it! Amir: Oo, the prince comes! He comes and goes, he doesn't know what Michelangelo knows. Jake: Would you please chill out? Amir: Oh! Oh! Oh! (Picks up a coffee cup) A car! Oo, what hark, the king requests me— Jake: Stop it, please. Amir: —drew the information upon your chest! Jake: Don't do anything like— Amir: Mm, don't you know— Jake: What the hell are you doing?! Amir: Sorry. Jake: No. I try to have a little bit of fun, and you just take it too far, every fucking time! Amir: You've changed, man. You've changed. Jake: Oh have I—!