Hello? Hey, how you doing? Um... how you doing? I'm well. Who is this? This is... James....

Trish: [phone rings] Hello? Andy Stitzer: Hey, how you doing? Trish: Um... how you doing? Andy Stitzer: I'm well. Trish: Who is this? Andy Stitzer: This is... James. [hits himself with the phone] Trish: James? Do I know you, James? Andy Stitzer: [stammering] I was wondering whether you had a few minutes to talk about a little laundry detergent. Trish: Are you a telemarketer, James? Andy Stitzer: Yep. 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 fucking job, why don't you? Go shoot yourself in the fucking head! Hey, why don't you just, you know, get a knife and run into it? Why don't you do that, huh? Andy Stitzer: Okay. Trish: All right, I'll see you later, James. Andy Stitzer: Nice to talk to you. Trish: Fuck your mother, okay? Bye-bye. [hangs up]