Jazz: Hey, my brother. I just came back from the free clinic, and guess what I got?
Will: What, man?
Jazz: The phone number of those two nurses we met.
Will: Yo, the twins that sleep in the same bed?
Jazz: With some luck, we can put an end to that streak.
Will: You the man. Oh, hey, Phillipe, I need you to cover my next shift. Actually, cover my next three shifts. You know how demanding twins can be.
Jazz: Yes, my brother, it's gonna be some night. Oh, wait. I just remembered, I can't go.
Will: Well, why not?
Jazz: I'm getting married.