Dina: So I was able to get my dad's phone number from his Facebook. Luckily, old people still trust the internet.
Sandra: Cool. And I'm here for support.
Dina: No. You're gonna call him. Look, my dad... scum of the earth, human equivalent of a Band‐Aid in a salad... left me 23 years ago. He deserves to suffer. So you're gonna call him and tell him you're my friend Sandra Johnson from work.
Sandra: Sandra Johnson?
Dina: Kaluiokalani sounds made‐up. Anyway, just tell him I'm dead.
Sandra: What?