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How to succeed in bidness
S.: Hi.
L.: Hi.
S.: May I speak to G.?
L.: Who's this?
S.: S.
L.: S. who?
S.: S.K.
L.: Yeah, well, G. isn't here.
S.: May I leave him a message?
L.: Just what are you tryin' to pull, woman?
S.: ... I'm simply trying to leave him a message.
L.: Yeah. I don't think so. (click)
G.: Who was that?
L.: Some chick.
G.: For me?
L.: Yeah.
G.: Who was it?
L.: I dunno. Some chick. Whatever.
G.: But who was she?
L.: (shrugs)
G.: Was it E.?
L.: No.
G.: P.?
L.: No.
G.: S.?
L.: (shrugs)
G.: Was it S.?
L.: (looks away)
G.: What did you tell her?
L.: (shrugs)
G.: You didn't.
L.:
G.: You did.
L.: She wanted you. Whaddya expect me to do?
G.: You hung up on her?
L.: So what?
G.: That was S., L.!
L.: So? She was a tepid chickie.
G.: She could be my new boss!
L.: Oh. Well, here, call her back.
G.: Did you get a number?
L.: Um...
G.: Dangit.
L.: Well, you're the one who doesn't put your phone number on your resume.
G.: Obviously I did!
L.: Yeah, this time.
G.: Oh, my God. I've lost the job.
L.: I'll star-69 her.
G.: Good idea!
L.: (beep boop boop bonk beep bing blechh) It's ringing.
G.: Hello?
L.: It's ringing, I said.
S.: This is S.
G.: Hi, S.? This is G.
S.: (click)
L.: What happened?
G.: I'm unna kill yew.
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