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How can I help you?
Hi. My husband, the idiot,
he lost his phone and, um,
he can't remember where he put it, of course.
And I was talking to a friend of mine
and he said that you guys can find cell phones now
using GPS or cell towers
or something computery like that.
Telephonist: Account holder's name?
Nikita: Owen Elliot.
Telephonist: Account number?
Nikita: Jmk3185999.
Telephonist: Password?
Nikita: Uh...
Telephonist: I can't release the information without the password.
Nikita: Right.
Listen...
I'm not actually looking for the cell phone.
I'm looking for the cheating bastard
attached to the cell phone.
The password is probably the slut's name.
Bambi or Chloe or Jenee with two es.
The man could not keep it in his pants
if it was tied to a zipper,
do you know what I'm saying?
Telephonist: Girl, you're preaching to the choir.
Just hold on a minute.
