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Charlie Davies:
Todd, we've got a problem. I'm having a hard time finding a stripper for the bachelor party. For a country with so much unintentional third-world nudity, you'd think it'd be easy.

Todd Dempsy:
Yeah, I haven't had any luck, either. No one even knows what a bachelor party is.

Charlie Davies:
Tell me about it. There's no place to buy offensive crap around here. If someone opened a Spencer's Gifts, they'd make a killing. [takes digital recorder out of his pocket] Another million-dollar idea: Spencer's Gifts Mumbai.

Todd Dempsy:
I didn't want to do this, but I'm going to call the office. [takes out cell and calls the office]

Pinky:
Mid-America Novelties, how may I help you?

Todd Dempsy:
Hey, Pinky, it's Todd.

Pinky:
Hello, Todd. How may I assist you with your order?

Todd Dempsy:
It's Todd, your boss.

Pinky:
Oh, very good, Mr. Yorboss. How may I assist you with your order?

Todd Dempsy:
No, Pinky. Todd Dempsy, the guy who runs the call center. *Your* boss.

Pinky:
Oh!

Todd Dempsy:
Look, I need you to do me a favor. I'm at Rajiv's wedding. I need you to go in the back of the supply closet and bring me all the novelties on the top shelf.

Pinky:
But you told us never to go in there. That's the dirty shelf.

Todd Dempsy:
I know and I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but it's for Rajiv.

Pinky:
It is okay. I go in there when everyone's at lunch.

Todd Dempsy:
I don't need to know that.

Pinky:
Todd... I've learned things.

Todd Dempsy:
[uncomfortably] Goodbye.