Bill: "Send more boobs"?
Alex: I'm not mad, but I don't want to make it a habit of sending... nudes.
Bill: Wait. You actually sent boob pics?
Alex: Yeah. How much smoke did you inhale?
Bill: This isn't my number, Alex.
Alex: It's the one you called from.
Bill: Because my phone died. So I borrowed Creepy Craig's. Wait. You sent Creepy Craig a naked photo? Alex! Oh, my God! There's, like, 11?!
Alex: Well, you... He kept asking!
Bill: You think I'm as pervy as Creepy Craig?
Alex: I don't know Creepy Craig!
Bill: Well, he knows you! You really think I would disrespect you like that? What else did "I" ask for?
Alex: Oh, don't.
Bill: Oh, my God. Are you outside? You know, I've always worried that maybe we were just too different, but the fact that you think I'm capable of writing "Do butt now... Hit with magazine"? You know what? This isn't working, Alex.
Alex: No, wait! Can you at least ask Craig to delete those?
Bill: I think you know how to reach him!