Richie: "So ya doin' good?" Samantha: "Ya, I'm fine, how 'bout you?" Richie: "How good could I be? I haven't seen you in three hours." Samantha: "Ohhh, Richie. Hey Richie, my dad's down the hall, and he doesn't want me on the phone. So if I hang up on you, it's just because he's coming." Richie: "Ok. So look, uh, do you wanna meet at the Spring Fling Dance thi..." [She hangs up phone]
[Phone rings] Richie: "Hello?" Samantha: "Sorry, I thought he was coming." Richie: "That's ok. So, about the dance. Do you wanna meet Samantha: "Umm, well my brother gets the car on Friday nights." Richie: "Well that's ok, I'll come by and get you. Lets say around..." [She hangs up phone] Richie: "Come on.."
[Phone rings] Richie: "Hey." Samantha: "Sorry. I guess he was just going to the bathroom." Richie: "That's ok. Well look, uh.. what was I saying? Oh yeah, should I pick you up at like seven-thirty or maybe do you wanna go later when the dance is really kickin.." [She hangs up the phone again] Richie: "Give me a break..."
[Phone rings] Richie: "Hello." Samantha: "Sorry. It was just my dog." Richie: "Hey, what's your dad's problem anyways!? Why can't we talk?" Samantha: "He just thinks I'm on the phone too much. Oh my God, uh, I gotta go." Richie: "Don't hang up!" Samantha: "Richie, I can't talk!" Richie: "No, I'm sick of this! Put your dad on the phone! I wanna talk to him." Samantha: "It's not my dad." Richie: "What? Well, who's there? Why can't you talk?" Samantha: "Uh, just look Richie, someone is here." Richie: "Who's there? Is it a guy!?" Samantha: "Richie!" Richie: "I knew it! I'll kill him! Put him on the phone!" Samantha: "oh.. it's just.. hold on."
[Hands phone to guy] Richie: "Hey man! What the hell are you doing there!? Samantha's my girl! You'd better stay away from her or I'll make you wish you were never born!" Buffoon: "Fuckin' shit!" Richie: "Yeah, fuckin' shit is right buddy! Don't think I'm kidding around, man! I'm crazy! I'll smash your head in! I swear to God!" Buffoon: "One time I saw my Grandmother in the shower. Her bush starts above her belly button." Richie: "Yeah, well that's too bad! But I'm still gonna come over there and beat your face in!" [Richie slams down phone]
Samantha: "What happened? Was he mad?" Buffoon: "My neighbor's dog has a four inch clit!"