Woman: Hey. Uh, you look really unhappy. What's going on?
Young Man: Ah, you don't want to know.
Woman: Okay, see ya.
Young Man: Wait, wait, wait! Why are you walking away?
Woman: Well, you said I didn't want to know.
Young Man: No, wait. You see my parents really don't love me.
Woman: What do you mean? When I met them last week, they seemed really caring.
Young Man: Uh, you don't understand! You see. I want a new smart phone . . . I mean, I need one, and my parents won't buy me it!
Woman: Uh, excuse me, but uh, don't you already have a iPhone?
Young Man: Man, yeah, but it's three months old, and it has a small scratch on it.
Woman: Where? Let me see. [Look!] I don't see a scratch.
Young Man: Look, look right here!. [THAT?] [Do] you see it?
Woman: It's just a speck of dust.
Young Man: Anyway. And my other phone . . .
Woman: What? You have two phones?
Young Man: That's beside the point.
Woman: So, so, did your parents give you a reason for not buying you a new phone?
Young Man: Not a good one. Only something about being self-reliant and not being so entitled, or something like that. And now they want me to work . . . on the neighbor's farm to pay for it. [Good idea!] It's not fair.
Woman: Hey, I think I know the problem. [What?] Take a look in the mirror. You'll see both the problem and the solution.
Young Man: Uh! You're no help.