The 40 Year Old Virgin2005

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 f***ing job, why don't you? Go shoot yourself in the f***ing 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:
F*** your mother, okay? Bye-bye.

[hangs up]