Clerk: This is Downtown Escorts, how can I help you?

Talkboy: HOWWWDY-DOOO. THIS IS PETER MCCALLISTER, THE FAAATHER.

Clerk: That's absolutely too much information already.

Talkboy: I'D LIKE A PROSTITUTE PLEASE.

Clerk: Escort, Mr. McCallister.

Talkboy: WITH AN EXTRA LARGE ASS, NO STDS, AND ONE OF THOSE LITTLE THIRD NIPPLES THAT YOU'RE AFRAID TO TOUCH.

Clerk: This is just a tape recorder played extra slow, isn't it?

Talkboy: CREDIT CARRRD? YOU GOT IT.

Clerk: No, this is a cash-only business.

Talkboy: (rewind sound) CREDIT CARRRD? YOU GOT IT.

Clerk: I can't process a credit card, asshole.

Talkboy: (rewind sound) THIS IS PETER MCCALLISTER, THE FAAATHER.

Clerk: Who is this really? Did you seriously think anyone would believe this is your voice?

Talkboy: (fastforward sound) EXTRA LARGE ASS, NO STDS

Clerk: And one of those little third nipples that you're afraid to touch. You really should have recorded some different lines in case I didn't say EXACTLY what you hoped I'd say.

Talkboy: CREDIT CARRRD?

Clerk: NO.

Talkboy: YOU GOT IT.