Tommy (on the phone): Okay, but here's the thing: My wife--
Nona: Oh, here we go.
Tommy: No, no, no. It's... She's been hinting this whole time about us kinda getting back together again and--
Nona: Oh, this is making me so hot, Tommy.
Tommy: I, just-- But hear me out. Hear me out. This is good news, actually, it great news, actually. Well, it's shitty news for-- for me and her, and-- and the kids, and-- the baby, but uh, it's-- it's over, it's done. So... uh... you know, I am free and clear, huh. No more marriage. How about that?
Nona: How about what? Huh? What do you want me to say? Congratulations?
Tommy: Uh, no what I'm saying is that-- you know, I'm- I'm ready, I'm ready to... rock and uh... and uh... roll. I'm ready to have some... really great, hot, streamy... well, you know, s-sex and some dinner, too. You know...
Nona: I don't know.
Tommy: Well, Nona, the reason I'm calling is that I'm back to the old me. An- And you don't even know th-that me, but this is the one you're talkin' to him. I'm here. I'm back. ... Hello?
Nona: Okay. Listen to me. No more bullshit, okay? We eat, we drink, we screw. And that's it, you got it?
Tommy: Got it.
Nona: Tomorrow night, I'll pick you up. 7:30.
Tommy: Yes, sir.
Tommy: I... I said uh...
Nona: Yeah, I heard what you said. Don't say it again.
Tommy: Okay, I'm sorry.
Tommy (hangs up, to himself): Shit, she makes me nervous.