"Hello?"
"I'm no organ donor, but I'd be happy to give you my heart."
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"The sound of me banging my head against my desk."
"Uh...why are you banging your head against the desk?"
"Because of your lack of intelligence."
"You know... you're mean."
"I know."
"You're not going to argue? You're just going to admit it?"
"Why argue, if I know it's the truth. I'm proud of my meanness. "
"Sigh"
"Anyways. I have a question for you. Is there some type of Barry convention in town or something?"
"Um...what?"
"I've never met a Barry before. But ever since I started talking to you, two weeks ago, I've met like four Barry's."
"That's a lot of Barry's. And to answer your question, no. There is no Barry convention. I mean, unless I was the only Barry that wasn't invited."
"You know what? That wouldn't surprise me."
"What?"
"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the only Barry, not to be invited."
"You wound me with your harsh words."
"That's the point."
"Hey. Do you think any of the Barry's that you met, could have been me?"
"I don't know. Have you met any seventeen year old girls in the past two weeks?"
"Yes. Many, actually."
"Oh-ho! What a ladies man, we have here!"
"What? No! That's not what I meant!"
"Sure..."
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, totally. I believe you."
"I can practically hear the sarcasm in your voice."
"Officer! Officer!"
"Uh..."
"Is that Law&Order again?"
"Yeah...yeah it is. My mom just got home. I have to go, bye! ---"
"Well at least you're saying bye before you hang up on me. That's an improvement."
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