Tommy (answering the phone): Yeah.
Colleen: Hey, Dad.
Tommy: Hey. What's wrong?
Colleen: Nothing.
Tommy (clears his throat): Need some money?
Colleen: I can't believe that you would think that I would be callin' you...
Tommy: Okay, you know what, sweetheart? I've raised from when you were a zygote. You got my DNA, okay? I can read you like a book. I know you're callin' me about money, and I know you're not callin' me about a little money, it must be the rent money, right? Because no one calls about a goddamn blender at this time of the night.
Colleen: Yes.
Tommy: Is your ring nosed, loser boyfriend kinda sittin' there coachin' you through this call?
Colleen: No. (camera pans, so you can see her boyfriend sitting there)
Tommy: Yeah, uh huh. ... I'll tell 'ya what, I'll drop the money by later tonight. And tell your boyfriend he can stop.
Colleen (to her boyfriend): Stop. (into phone) Thanks, Dad.