She's Just A Girl...

MIKE:
I told you not to call me here.

B. JEAN:
You said don't call you at home.

MIKE:
I am home!

B. JEAN:
You're at a hotel in Brazil.

MIKE:
Berlin.

B. JEAN:
Same thing.

MIKE:
How did you get this number any how?

B. JEAN:
Why are you being so mean to me?

MIKE:
I'm not being mean. I'm asking how you got this number.

B. JEAN:
Is there some one else?

MIKE:
What are you talking about?

B. JEAN:
Are you in love with someone else?

MIKE:
I'm done talking to you. Please stop calling me.

B. JEAN:
So there is someone.

MIKE:
I'm calling the police. You're insane.

B. JEAN:
Am I?

MIKE:
Clearly.

B. JEAN:
Or am I pregnant?

MIKE:
Goodbye forever, psycho.

B. JEAN:
You didn't answer me.

MIKE:
See you never.

B. JEAN:
I'm pregnant. The answer is I'm pregnant.

MIKE:
That's unfortunate. I'm hanging up now...

B. JEAN:
It's yours. I have a tiny baby in me that is half yours.

MIKE:
Do you know how babies are made, Billy? Did you stay in school long enough to learn that?

B. JEAN:
I'm going to name him Prince Michael.

MIKE:
First of all, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Second, we never had sex you freak.

B. JEAN:
We're lovers.

MIKE:
We are not lovers.

B. JEAN:
Lovebirds?

MIKE:
Nope.

B. JEAN:
Tell that to Prince Michael.

MIKE:
You need to get help.

B. JEAN:
Help me.

MIKE:
Goodbye, Billy. If you call me again I will have you arrested.

B. JEAN:
You're bad. You're a bad bad man.

MIKE:
(click)