hey, ray. phone!
julie, i love you. i know i'm only a humble fish, but if you really look at it, you're a fish, too. oh, ray, you're right. do me like a snapper. hey, something smells like fish.
idiot. idiot. idiot.
man, what is your problem? we haven't caught anything for days. pull the big ugly stick out of your butt. she asked you to go to the bahamas! man, you gotta go. we'll both drive up. i got friends i can see up there.
stupid. what were you thinkng?
jeez, ray, fourth and forty, throw the bomb.
no way, man. surprise her. she'll be psyched.
man, i love am radio. you got right-wing conspiracy, tips for pregnant womem, single-a baseball games, and real country music.  none of that new crap.
i don't know, man. maybe we should keep going, find a phone --
the guy looks dead.