Woman #1:Hello? Party Central...
Woman #2:Hello? Party Central? Oh yes...
Man #1:Party Central?
Woman #3:No! Listen, you! I work by the hour, on the hour! I don't need no lowlives like you...
Man #2:Hey, I know you are sexy...
Man #3:I think purple balloons...
Woman #3:What the hell?! Twenty dollars?! Why don't you go fuck yourself?! What?! Bitch, I'm gonna...
Man #2:Honey, I wanna fuck you, too...
Man #1:Why don't you have it in a club, but...
Woman #2:Yes, yes! That's it!
Woman #1:No, my boss isn't here yet...no I don't...man...
All:It ain't that kind of line!

(Phone rings)

Winter:Hello, Party Central, this is Winter Love. Yes, I am the boss. Um...I think you want the sex line. Hell no, this ain't the sex line! Really? So you really want the psychic line? Oh, okay. Well, here's your horoscope: you're married, you ain't getting ass from your wife or me! Goodbye! (hangs up)

(Zora enters.)

Zora:Hey, Winter! Can you believe this motherfucker? She calls up here and expects her house to be decorated for free! The hell I ain't going to that cheap ass' house for shit!
Winter:Hey, chill! You make everything bother you!
Zora:But--

(Darune and Christian enter.)

Darune:Uh...Winter, I have someone on the line for you.
Winter:Fine.

(Darune leaves and Winter answers the call)

Winter:Party Central?
Woman:Hola, se�orita. Voy a tener una fiesta. Yo necesito s� ayuda.
Winter(bewildered):What the hell?!
Zora:The bitch is talking in Spanish!
Winter:I'm not fluent in Span-
Christian:Chill. I got this one.
Winter:Are you sure?
Christian: Yeah. �Hey, puta!�No hablamos espa�ol!
Woman:�Quien est�s llamando una puta?
Christian:�T�!
Woman:�Es idiota!�Besas me culo!
Christian:�Chupe mis huevos!

(hangs up)

Christian:That's that.
Winter:What the hell did you tell her?
Christian:Oh, I just told her that we don't speak Spanish and I called her a whore and told her to suck my dick.
Zora:Oy!
Winter:That's harsh, Christian. But, wait, you can speak Spanish?
Christian:To a certain extent.
Zora:So you do.
Winter:Well anyway, if that's the case, then your're in charge of the Spanish line.
Zora:But we don't have a--never mind.
Christian:Fine.
Zora:Winter, are you sure about this? Aren't you afraid that he'll curse out our only foreigners?
Winter:Zora, it's Christian. He's your brother, for heaven's sake! (to Christian) One fuck-up, Christian, and it's your ass!
Christian:Whatever.
Zora(rolls eyes):Whatever. It's my coffee break. gotta go!
Winter:Goodbye.

(Zora leaves)

Christian:Hey, Winter! Can I ask you something?
Winter:What is it, Christian?
Christian:Can you jump up and down?
Winter:Get out, Christian!
Christian:Bye.

(Christian leaves.)

Winter (scoffs):Pervert.