- Looking upset, yet, not crying, she twirls the phone cord as theirs a brief pause between her and her father's greetings.
Paul: What's up .. ?
Stephanie: I just wanted to figure out why you might not be coming like -
Paul: Steph you know we work -
S: Like WHY ,, ? You know how much this means to me, and work doesn't have a f*ckin' thing to do with it.
P: I .. I, I have to go. Can I call you back?
- STEPHANIE SLAMS THE PHONE ON THE RECEIVER, the screen bursting a bright red cover as she shoves the phone off of the end table it sits upon, the dial tone of the phone being heard as she just sits there, boiling with rage.