Joel points at his screen.
J: What do you think?
C: It’s a picture of you surrounded by bubbles. Wait, no-
C: On further inspection, it’s a picture of you surrounded by-
J: It’s me surrounded by butts.
C: Yup. Why?
C: Like, why do it?
J: For nights out.
C: What are you talking about?
J: Calling cards.
C: Calling cards are for when you visit people in the 1920s. What’s that got to do with a night out?
J: If I meet girl.
C: If you meet a girl what? First of all, you would have already met her, so you don’t have to leave a calling card. Also it’s not 1920. Also-
J: Something to remember me by.
C: Stop it.
J: It’s original.
C: That’s the only thing you’ve said that makes sense. You’re right. It’s original. It’s also bad.
C: You want to be remembered with a hundred butts that aren’t yours?
J: It’s original-
C: I heard. You realise you haven’t put any other details on this design right?
J: What do you mean?
C: How are they supposed to find you again? You haven’t even written your name.
Joel looks at the picture again.
J: I’ve printed…
J: I’ve printed 500.
C: How much?
J: 5…500. But I’ve only opened 200, so we can send the rest back.
C: Why would you-
Courtney rubs her eyes.
C: I just wish I could see inside your head. I really honestly believe someone performed a lobotomy without you knowing. Or maybe you know and you just can’t articulate because you’re so fucking stupid.