JAKE: (Cell rings) Dad, what's up? It's late. AMIR: Nope. Just me. JAKE: (sighs) How? AMIR: What? I switched our names in your phonebook so that when I called, you'd pick up. JAKE: At least you're getting smarter. Still annoying. Smarter. AMIR: Wow, Jakey, almost midnight, you're still awake? JAKE: I-uh, yeah. AMIR: Yeah, well, I stay up every night until 5, so. (high pitched) Whateva! JAKE: That's not enough sleep. AMIR: Stupid. I'm just wearing frozen turkey meatballs on my finger because I injured it. JAKE: OK, goodnight. AMIR: Wait! Aren't you going to ask why? JAKE: Why-- AMIR: 'Cause I injured it. JAKE: --do you keep calling me? AMIR: I mean, athletes do it all the time. What's the big deal? It's called 'Athletes do it'. JAKE: Bye. AMIR: All the time. JAKE: Hanging up. AMIR: Ugh, what happens when you hang up? JAKE: You just call me back. AMIR: Right, so. JAKE: I could turn off my phone. AMIR: Ugh, if you do that, then I have to get to work early tomorrow and rearrange all the folders on your computer and it takes you forever to find everything; why don't we just talk like normal people and we'll end the conversation naturally, with both of us still falling asleep but on the phone. What's the big deal? JAKE: If you like me, if you respect me, don't you just want to be nice to me? Maybe, in time, I could learn to be your friend. AMIR: ...(laughs) No, I thought you were serious. JAKE: (places phone by head, closes eyes) AMIR: What do you want to talk about? Oh! I learned how to yell extra loud today. The trick is not to stop when you feel a burning sensation in your throat, ready? . . . Jake. THE END. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyc7Xb3fUgg