Rusty and Convoy

5/26/12 12:26AM

(Phone rings.)

Lang: Eric. Your phone. (He answers, half awake.)

Eric: Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.

(He hangs up and rolls over.)

Lang: Who was that?

Eric: Convoy

Lang: Convoy?

Eric: The Convoy. The shopping center. You know. At Convoy.

(Phone shows voicemail.)

Lang: You have a voice mail message.

(He listens to the message. All I hear is a man's voice saying "Eric, you fucked me...".

Lang: Who was that?

Eric: Rusty. Drunk. Made a bet that I wouldn't pick up my phone.

Lang: Hahaha. And what's with Convoy?

Eric: The Convoy. Picked up the phone. (Snores).