A Phone Call at Night

Phone rings four times and answering machine picks up at the same time so that it does that thing where it’s saying “Hey, blah blah cute joke blah blah leave a message,” while both parties are on the line trying to say hello. Then the machine records both sides of the conversation thinking it’s a message.

Frank: How could you just let a girl come between us?

Harry: Frank. It’s very late. How late is it? Jesus, it’s late. Don’t call my house when you’re like this Frank.

Frank: We were friends.

At this point Frank should gulp a big old, soggy breath of air before his next line.

Frank: We were good friends.

Harry: Yes, Harry. We were. Now, we are not good friends. Go home and stop calling me when you’re like this.

Frank: How could you let her just come between us?

Harry: Frank, you slept with my wife.

Frank: You never got over that. Did you?