|Script for Battleship|
- Amir: (Talking into the phone) A3. D2. D4.
- (Jake is at the vending machine on the other end of the phone, having just purchased a Milky Way)
- Jake: Okay, you sunk my Milky Way.
- Amir: (Eating a Milky Way) So fucking sick.
- Jake: Can we stop? I'm down like eight bucks.
- Amir: We'll stop when the machine's empty. B2!