marc: hey, dude. are you okay?
luke: well, no.
marc: i'm sorry, luke.
luke: don't worry, this is no your fault.
marc: yeah, i know it, but i hate see you sad.
luke: well, i hate see you sad too and you're always sad.
marc: i'm not al-
luke: don't fucking lie to me, marcus roth.
marc: i'm not li-
luke: WHAT I SAID TO YOU? DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!
marc: calm down, dude.
luke: okay, well, the funeral it's tomorrow. you'll come?
marc: obviusly, dude.
luke: amazing, 'cause i'll need you to calm me down or i'll punch everybody in the face.
marc: yeah, i know it. i'll be there, don't worry.
luke: marc, wait, don't hang up.
marc: yeah, what, dude?
luke: thanks, marc. thanks for all.
marc: luke, i'm your fucking best friend, i'll be here for anything you want. you don't need to say thanks for everything i do.
luke: i know it.
marc: well, good night, man. sleep, okay?
luke: yeah, i'll try it. good night.
