("The Entertainer" ringtone plays)

— Hello?

— Matt? It’s Dad.

— Hi, Dad.

— Are you still sleeping?

— Not anymore.

— How come? It’s already noon. Are you sick?

— No, no. I’m fine.

— Is this about another one of your "amazing" girls, or yet another night out?

— Yeah, well… kind of. But it’s a bit more complicated than that.

— I don’t get it. Sounds like just another excuse. Are you already getting into trouble?

— Not yet.

— What does that mean? Are you or aren’t you?

— I don’t know... I'm still figuring stuff out. I'm kind of confused.

— You've only been living on your own for a week and already feel confused? Need I remind you you’re already older than I was when I started my company?

— No, Dad. I know the story. There’s no need to harp on it.

— Your mother’s worried sick. Have you called her yet?

— She called last night.

—Son, tell me you're not still hung up on this girl.

— What girl?

— That freckled one you bumped into at the Metropolitan.

—The shrink?

— Yes, her.

— I think I still love her.

— You still love her? How is it even possible you haven’t forgotten her yet? You were just kids! Listen, son. Get up, take a shower, and hit the street. You need a job. You’re already thirty!

— I'm on it!

— You're on it? You’d better say you’ve been on it for years and haven't found a job yet.