Aqua Teen Hunger Force2000

Carl:
Heh heh heh HEYYYYYYYY! Guess who this is?

Donna Bryson:
[drowsily] H... hello?

Carl:
Haha, that's what your mom said. BEFORE I SHAVED HER BACK! Hahahhaaaa... yeah... no, actually, I did talk to your mom, and she said to call you.

Donna Bryson:
Oh... okay, well... do you know what time it is?

Carl:
Yeah, I keep the blinds closed, so it's kinda disorienting. But you know, I don't want the government in my business.

Donna Bryson:
It's two in the morning.

Carl:
Awww, it's my bedtime! C'mon, what happened to the Donna I remember? The one who KNEW how to party BACK IN '81?...

Donna Bryson:
...oh... yeah... you're... that guy... with...

Carl:
[desperately] Oh, come on... it's Carl! Class of '81!

Donna Bryson:
Oh... okay...

Carl:
Well, I wasn't there for long. That place was a scam! I left it in the dust. But enough about me, Donna... you, uh, still got that cleavage?...

[lovingly strokes her breasts on the yearbook page]

Carl:
Heh heh heh heh... still, uh, SMUGGLING, UH, BALLOONS?... WHEREVER YOU GO?... heh heh heh heh... Where are you now?

Carl:
[click, dial tone] Hello?...

[long, uncomfortable pause as he glances nervously down at Meatwad's dolls]

Carl:
Yeah, well, uh, maybe you shouldn't, uh, BOOTY CALL ME when I've got guests here! Ohhhh, God, she is so horny for me. Alright, that's the last of the W's. There's a "Z" left but, ugh, got that unibrow... eh, screw it, look up Zambrano. Normally I wouldn't do a fat chick from the flag corps, but uh... IT IS A NEW ERA! Heh heh heh heh...

[softly]

Carl:
...of loneliness...

[weakly]

Carl:
...Oh, God.