[Aaron and Abe are in the hotel room for the usual six hours, and are tossing a football back and forth]
Aaron:
I don't know. What do you mean?
Abe:
Well, it's just a little embarassing. The storage room guy sees us come in together, but he never sees us leave.
Aaron:
Yeah, but what do you think the receptionist thinks about two guys that, uh, come and get a room for six hours every day?
[a phone rings, and Abe immediately reaches for the motel room's phone]
Abe:
[panicky]
Did you unplug this? - You brought your *cell phone*?
[Aaron, though his face is blank, still manages to look embarrassed and horrified]
Aaron:
Gonna check the caller ID.
[Abe grips the football tightly]
Aaron:
[trying to sound reassuring]
Yeah, we're not - we're not back.
Abe:
Yeah. Yeah, but you can't take it back with you, okay?
Aaron:
[answering the phone]
This is Aaron. Hey, babe. Um, yeah, I'm not there, I had to come downtown and hold some of these guys' hands. Tell me. Uh, sounds good. Um, no, I gotta eat with these off-site fags. Save mine, though, I'll have it later. Okay. Yeah. Um, yeah, at six.
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