Fred: I can't reach her.
Bosco: Excuse me?
Fred: Every break we get, I call home and Faith hasn't answered the phone.
Bosco: Come on, man, she's probably just... All day? It's almost 10:00.
Fred: I know!
Bosco: Whew, Fred.
Fred: What? What? What?
Bosco: I don't know.
Fred: You playin' me?
Bosco: I'm just sayin' that it's an awful long time not to be able to reach her is all.
Fred: You're one dirty son of a bitch, Bos. Playin' Bill's religion, playin' me with Faith.
Bosco: Fredrick! I can't believe that you think I would sink that low. Well, I'm just sayin' that Faith is the type to be at home.
Fred: You think she's not at home?
Bosco: Unless she found somethin' real fun to do. It's just that... Well, I'd be nervous.