ANDREW:
Fine. I actually need some guitar strings. The band are playing a wedding in Kildare tomorrow.
SAM:
My brother, the wedding singer.
ANDREW:
I wouldn’t knock it if I were you. That wedding band got me a mortgage. Which is why, unlike you, I’ll never end up sleeping on an air mattress in Sarah O’Shaughnessy’s walk-in wardrobe. How’s that going, by the way?
SAM:
The mattress? Very uncomfortably.
ANDREW:
Living with Sarah.
SAM:
She’s doing my head in.
ANDREW:
Sarah’s all right.
SAM:
You try living with her.
ANDREW:
I wouldn’t kick her off my air mattress for eating crisps.
SAM:
She’s not going anywhere near that air mattress. Anyway, I won’t be seeing her tonight. I’ve got a date.
ANDREW:
Oh yeah? Anyone I know?
SAM HOLDS UP HIS PHONE.
SAM:
Not unless we’ve been swiping right on the same people.
ANDREW:
I hope you’re not planning to bring your date back to the walk-in wardrobe. I don’t think Sarah would approve.
SAM:
I’m not looking for Sarah O’Shaughnessy’s approval.
ANDREW: