"Oh my god Dylan, I can't believe you're actually calling me."

"Me? Oh, I, me, fine!"

"Yeah, I just...I didn't expect you to call me at almost twelve am!"

"Well done. Now I won't be able to fall asleep for hours. If I actually fall asleep."

"Are you smiling, Sprayberry?"

"I know I'm smiling, I'm grinning like an idiot!"

"I like the way it's so obvious you're smiling."

"No, you shut up. Wait, don't. I like your voice, assbutt. Don't shut up."

"Yeah I did, so?"

"Shut up."

"Ugh...totally no."

"Um, laying in my bed and talking to you. You?"

"Why don't you just go to sleep?"

"I'd say 'aww' but you're keeping me awake for your needs so it's not 'aww'."

"Well, I do! I mean, not now, I won't be able to fall asleep."

"Because your voice won't get out of my head."

"Because you sound different than on the show and on the interviews."

"It's one hella good thing."

"What?"

"For a moment I thought you were going to say cute, hah."

"Well that's generalizing."

"And you sound freaking hot, assbutt."

"I don't know. It's not, I guess. But is it wrong I'm imagining your face right now?"

"You're smiling."

"Thank you for calling me, seriously, thank god on Viber and free calls, but I'm seriously a walking dead right now."

"Same, haha. Goodnight, assbutt."