Ginger: I’m glad I called when you were awake. I hate it when I get time zones all wackadoo.
Ginger: I’m just waiting for my next flight and wanted to see how your Boxing Day was going.
Ruby: Boxing…huh? Are you at a boxing match?
Ginger: No – isn’t it Boxing Day? You’re the one with all the Canadian friends…
Ruby: How did you…Ginger?
Ginger: Uh. Yeah.
Fly: Tell her it’s two forty five A. M. Not P.M.
Ruby: Where are you?
Ginger: I’m in the airport. Are you drunk? Is that a Boxing Day tradition?
Fly: Tell her she got the time change wrong. AGAIN.
Ruby: Why are…who’s drunk?
Ginger: This is like when I called you two days ago and you were drunk on Christmas Eve. I think you’re just drinking without me. Which is a shame, since you know I like whiskey, too.
Ruby: I wasn’t drunk on – Ginger? Why Are You Calling Me At TWO FORTY SIX IN THE MORNING?!
Ginger: …son of a monkey’s uncle…I did it again, didn’t I?
Fly: I have to get up for work in two hours. Tell her you’re hanging up.
Ruby: Ginger, you have got to learn how to do the math for the time difference.
Ginger: You usually do that for me.
Ruby: But I’m not there. I’m here. And still sleeping.
Ginger: You take a really long time to wake up, y’know that?
Ruby: Only when woken from a sound sleep.
Ginger: But you’re awake now, right?
Ruby: We’re not doing this again.
Ginger: But I’m bored. And you’re all awake now.
Ruby: I’m not awake. I’m sleeping. Soundly.
Fly: Hang up the phone and stop lying to her.
Ruby: Fly wants to sleep, Ginger, and I can’t blame him.
Ginger: Fine. G’nite Fly. Ruby and I are going into the living room so she can tell me what’s on TV now that’s she’s way too awake to get back to sleep.
Ruby: …I hate that you’re right.