Amir: Mom, you are not coming up here. You do not come up here. That is so un-ace of you. Amir: Of course you wouldn't get what that means. It's an inside joke between me and my bestest friend in the world. Amir: Listen, if you come up here, you're going to embarrass me, you're gonna embarrass me more than you've ever embarrassed me before. Amir: Just leave the cake with the security guard downstairs and I'll get it on my way home. Bye. Jake: What was that? Amir: Lunch? What are you thinking for lunch? Jake: Was that your mom? You talk like that to your mother? Amir: You don't get it, man. She's embarrassing as hell. Jake: Why? What is she doing? Amir: First of all, she came here. She came here with a cake. She wants to come upstairs, meet everybody, give cake to everyone like it's a frickin' kindergarten class. Jake: That's awesome! Cake... everybody here likes cake. Why would that be embarrassing? Amir: You don't get it. That's... Jake: I brought my mom up here like two weeks ago. Amir: Honestly, and I wasn't going to say anything, just- Jake (interrupting): Don't say it. Amir: Ok. You just, you look like a gaylord. Jake: Don't be a dick, alright? Amir: Ok. Classic example. Freshman year, she sends me cookies in the mail because it's was my birthday, right? I couldn't throw them away, I had to flush them down the toilet because I was afraid everybody would see them. Jake: What's wrong with that? Amir: Ugh, hold on a second. What? Oh my god, I don't need a laptop, I already told you. Just give it to the maid, I honestly... Goodbye. Jake: What the hell is wrong with you? Amir: It's like... do you have anyone in your life that just pisses you off, annoys you so much you wish you could just tell them off? Jake: Yes. Amir: But you secretly love them? Jake: No.