H: Hey hey hello.Me: Hey hey hello. What's going on?H: The play is over.Me: Yes! I'm glad you stuck with it.H: That makes one of us. (Laughs.)Me: (Laughs.) So yeah. Roight.H: What's going on with you? How's the new job?Me: Going remarkably well. I'm surprised to work somewhere where people value my opinion.H: I know, right?Me: Seriously. I'm in my second week, and I'm on hiring committees already. H: Titties?Me: No. Com-mit-tees. H: Shows you where I'm at right now!Me: Every time you don't answer your phone, I picture your face buried in boobs.H: (Laughs.)Me: So how's working for XXXXXXXXX?H: She's really great. You know I go with her on location to movie shoots when she does them?Me: Really? That's awesome.H: I might be spending six weeks in New Orleans soon. Me: Wow. Convince her to film something out here. H: That would be amazing. Me: Where are you now? It sounds like chaos in the background. Volcanos and shit.H: I'm at an extremely expensive organic grocery store in Malibu. Me: For yourself?H: No, her. I buy her groceries.Me: Ooh. Tell me her list. I'm going to sell it to US Weekly.H: (Laughs.) There's nothing here too dazzling.Me: Awww...H: However, I will tell you one thing. She is addicted to organic grape juice.Me: Really?H: Yes. (Laughs.)Me: Well, it is an antioxidant.H: I guess so. Every week, I'm here buying the entire shelf of grape juice. Me: I'm floored. Who do you think will pay more for this: Star or US?H: Try Hello!Me: Didn't you have to sign a confidentiality agreement before you started working for her?H: Yes, but if I get fired for telling you of all people about her grocery list, fuck it.Me: (Laughs.)