Home by midnight Saturday night = voicemail hilarity Sunday morning

"marianne! it's max, the show's over, gimme a call. what are you, asleep? it's 2010, man. figure it out. fine. gimme a call. bye."

"you're trying to act like you're all out and shit? lemme tell you something, man. i got some kind of fucking international party going on in here. russians, columbians, texans, all kinds of fucking like, congas and shakers and shit. anyways. all that's, you know, incidental. i gotta fucking get up in the morning. i'm brushing my teeth and going to bed."