AMIR: Jake. JAKE: Come on, what's the rule? Don't talk to me, unless - AMIR: Unless I have a question, which, I do...and that is...did you get play this weekend? (Jake gives Amir an incredulous look). AMIR: Boom. Straight up. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. I respect you too much...for that. JAKE: Play? Did I get play? AMIR: Did you get it? That. Jake. What? Yeah. JAKE: Okay, new rule: No talking to me unless you have a question, SPECIFICALLY pertaining to work. AMIR: Okay, new rule for you, no talking to me, unless....you want to. JAKE: Fine. AMIR: Or, okay, new rule...unless, even if you don't want to, I get 3 begs a day. JAKE: Okay, stop talking. AMIR: Wow. Sorry. Sorry you don't get with fine chicks. That's not my problem, though. JAKE: Okay, nobody calls chicks fine or says play. THAT'S your problem. AMIR: Oh, THAT'S my problem. JAKE: Yeah, you're like an 8th grade nerd. AMIR: Nerd, right? I'm a nerd? I'm a nerd? I'm a nerd? I'm a ner-hahahahahaha JAKE: Okay, you're yelling. AMIR: Would a nerd get oh, i don't know, a 1.26 gpa in college? JAKE: Are you serious? AMIR: 3 D pluses and an F. Every trimester. Like clocks... JAKE: Okay. AMIR: ...work. Ask any one of my professors. I didn't study for one exam, one quiz - JAKE: Okay, that's like pathetic. AMIR: Pathetic, maybe. But why don't you call me a nerd? JAKE: You're a nerd. AMIR: Call me a nerd one more time. JAKE: You're a nerd. AMIR: Louder. JAKE: YOU'RE A NERD! AMIR: You'll do ANYTHING I fucking tell you to do, won't you? (Amir makes a kissing motion) JAKE: Don't do that. (Amir makes a hesitant, insecure kissing motion, then gives up) AMIR: Sorry.