Hello?
Hi, um, is this Amy?
I'm sorry?
Is this, is Amy there?
Sorry, wrong number.
Hello?
Hi, is there an Amy at this number?
No, there's no one here by that name.
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.
At the tone, please record your message.
Hey, um, this message is for Amy.
Uh, I'm actually not sure if this is the right number, but...
We did not get your message either because you were not speaking
or because of a bad connection.
To disconnect, press 1 to record your message.
Press 2...
Hi, this message is for Amy.
Hello?
Hey, it's Keith from Trivia Night.
I'm sorry, too?
Hey, I was wondering, is Amy there?
Amy?
Yeah, Jamie's here. Who's calling?
Wait, no, no, no.
Welcome, President!
Hi, is there an Amy at this number?
Mom!
To mark urgent, press 3 to mark private, press 2 to play your message.
Sorry, I must have the wrong number.
When you are finished, hang up your hold for more options.
Hey, it's Keith from the other night.
We met at the...
Hello?
Hi, I just missed a call from this number, but I can't really understand...
Hey, I'm looking for...
Fine, I'm telling you for sure.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
I don't want to do this anymore.
Keith?
I don't even think we had any chemistry.
Come on, man.
What?
Okay, in the 19th century, what ladies' garments were made with whalebone?
You know it's not whalebone, it's bailing.
Exactly.
What other team got the final question?
Fuck chemistry, you impressed this, Shaq.
Yeah.
Getting your number was a big deal for me.
Okay, listen.
The trick isn't getting digits, it's getting the girl.
Yeah, well, I don't know if I can do that.
Keith.
One word.
Persistence.
Hello?
Hey!
Yeah, hello?
Hello?
Hey, it's Keith.
Hey, this is Teddy.
I'm a rich, hidden fellow, Misa.
It's Becky, leave a message.
Voice mail box of Michael Patterson.
Hey, it's Amy.
Do you know what to do?
Living solely to mate with his giant counterpart,
the male angler wanders the abyss in search of the female.
Once a mate is found, the process is parasitic.
Fusing to her underbelly, he will cling for the rest of his life.
Ow.
Fuck.
And now, with her bloodline pulsing through his veins,
she becomes his one means of survival.
For the male, the approach is daunting.
Hey, it's Amy.
You know it.
It may take several attempts before his courage strikes,
and often will take him by surprise.
Hello?
Hey, Amy, it's Keith.
We went to read together the other night.
I felt lucky.
I'm sorry, what?
Please don't call here again.
What?
Go the wrong number.
Don't call here again, okay?
What?
What about, what about ladies' whale bone garments?
Whale bone?
I mean, it's a whale bone, it's a baleen, but...
That was our question.
Hello?
Rejection.
For the male, this is the end.
If unable to find a counterpart, the abyss will devour him.
Hello?
Oh, finally, I can hear you.
Sorry, we cut out earlier.
Who are you looking for?
Look, you're not her.
Yeah, they're in the back.
Wait, what?
I'm just trying to...
No, no, no.
Look, I don't mean to be curt.
It's just, if it wasn't for the stupid question...
I'm sorry, stupid question?
Carol, can you take this ticket?
Yeah, I'll be right there.
I'm sorry, not you.
From Trivia Night.
What ladies' garments used to be made with whale bone?
You mean baleen?
The perfect match.
What?
Percess, right?
They use baleen.
It's like, I don't know, it's like whale teeth.
Yeah, why do you know that?
This is Tiny Taylor on DeGraw.
I'm a seamstress.
The male is dumbstruck.
Tongue tied.
Uh...
Are you still there?
I have this sweater.
How late are you open till today?
Well, if you came by in the next hour, I could...
That's perfect, I can make it.
Great.
Uh, 20 minutes?
Uh, yeah, sounds like a plan.
I might be gone, but my husband can take care of you when you get here.
Ah!
Where is he?
Come on.
Fucker.
The ceaseless journey of the great white shark.
His movement dictated by one purpose.
To breathe.
In a process known as Obligate Ram Ventilation, water enters his mouth.
Oxygen is then extracted as it flushes out through the gill slits.
The result is a tired form.
Like all Ram Ventilators, his endurance is infinite.
And through this stulp, he will die.
He will die.
He will die.
He will die.
