Nick: [on the phone] Hey, Ma! How are you? Yeah. No, I'm gonna miss my flight. Yeah, I'm sorry. No. Ma, stop yelling at me, please stop yelling. Ma, I'm not high! Stop yelling! I'm driving a car. I can't talk. Hey, remember Winston? Winston, it's my ma. Talk to her.
Winston: [takes the phone] Hey, what up, Mrs. Miller? You know, I wrote a poem about you. You want to hear it?