Trish: "(Phone rings) Hello?"
Andy: "Hey, how you doing?"
Trish: "Um, how you doing?"
Andy: "I'm well."
Trish: "Who is this?"
Andy: "This is James. (He hits himself with the phone)"
Trish: "James? Do I know you, James?"
Andy: "I was wondering whether you had a few minutes to talk about a little laundry detergent."
Trish: "Are you a telemarketer, James?"
Trish: "Are you at the top of a tall building? Can you get to a roof quickly? Jump off! I mean, you people are sick. Get a real bleeping job, why don't you? Go shoot yourself in the bleeping head. Hey, why don't you just, you know, get a knife and run into it? Why don't you do that, huh?"
Trish: "Alright, I'll see you later, James."
Andy: "Nice to talk to you."
Trish: "bleep your mothe, okay? Bye-bye."