Even when you are it's like you'resomeplace else. Where are you,Tom?TOMRight here, Amanda, and still I'mthere for you. Why you doing this? AMANDABottom line, you're in charge ofthe Snork! signing. It's business,strictly and personally. That iswhat you taught me, isn't it?TOMYou're making it sound pretty lesspersonal to me. AMANDAYeah, and you're being paranoid.BLIP!--Amanda hangs up on him. Tom can't believe it.TOMParanoid? How could I be paranoidif I'm not paranoid about my ownparanoia? Who said that?On which the cell CHIMES. Tom answers quick.TOM (CONT'D)I'm not paranoid!INT. CUBICLE - DAYTIGHT SHOTS of a MYSTERY NERD whose face we cannot see--Birkenstocksover socks, Band-Aids on several fingertips. He huddles over thephone, speaks hushedly, disguising his voice:MYSTERY NERD(into phone; heavy voice)Mr. Hanlin?INTERCUT:TOMWho's this?MYSTERY NERDCall me...His eyes dart about, searching--there's nothing but Snork!paraphernalia everywhere. He regards the pliable squeeze-relaxer inhis free hand, a colorful chipmunk character.