"I know who it is."
"I haven't called you in a while."
"It's not like I get calls here all the time. The phone's tossed in a box under the bed."
"It is? Why?"
"I hate the light on it. Can I get a phone without a light and about a thousand other things I don't need and will never want? No. It fills the room at night. I tossed it under the bed."
"Always one for unambiguous decisions and courses of action, that's my Alma."
"You called to tell me that?"