Jake: Hey, you're watching Jake and Amir. Amir: I'm still in the room, okay? Jake: ...Yup. Amir: T, U, V, W, X, Y, und... Z! Z, Z, Z, Z, Z. Z, Z, Z, Z! Jake: Great—Yes, I got it! Great job, man. Maybe next time you start— Amir: Start before T? Okay, don't even think about it; you know I'm dyslexic. Jake: You're not dyslexic. Amir: Lazy. Jake: You're illiterate. Amir: Cute. Jake: Illiterate. Amir: Ah! Jake: No! No, I know what that look is; you just convinced yourself that I said you were cute, and not illiterate. Amir: I will take you calling me cute over illiterate... every day, okay? Jake: Any day, and I know you'd take that. I'm not giving it, okay? I didn't say you were cute. [Amir dances rapidly in seat.] No, what is that? Do you think I'm singing you a very fast-paced song? Amir: Techno. Jake: Okay, you know what, forget it. I'm—wow, do you see this email? Amir: What's up? Jake: Did you see it, or are you asking what's up? Amir: _____, I'm looking for it now. Jake: We're moving offices. Amir: (gasps) Holy moving, Batmat! Jake: Did you say, Batmat? Amir: No... Jake: Okay, it is a big deal, all right? It's gonna be a totally different office. Amir: Oh my god, a totally different office? Oh no, it won't be the same office! (dramatically fakes crying) Jake: Your commute might be a lot longer! Amir: (gasps) My commute? WHY? Oh god, why is my commute gonna be longer? It's gonna be cold; I'm gonna need a scarf! [Jake: Okay.] Where do I get a scarf? Jake: Forget it! The one upside to this is maybe I won't have to sit next to you anymore. Amir: OH N—Oh.. no! Really? What? Why not? Where would you—where would you sit? Jake: Are you actually crying now? Amir: I don't know. THE END I can't quite approximate what Amir says here... Homa?