Adressing the Issues

Julia: Hey, I was looking through your adressbook, and you always say that you have nearly no friends, but there are hundreds of names, adresses and phonenumbers in here.
Young: Yeah?
Julia: Should I repeat?
Ashley: Young...
Young: Stop calling me that.
Ashley: Young, there are lots of friends listed in your adressbook.
Young: Those aren't friends.
Ashley: Then, who are they?
Young: Just people I know.
Julia: For example, who is Big Fred Butt-Stare?
Young: Big Fred? He is a male stripper. He dances at my sisters partys. Nice guy.
Ashley: Why is he in your adressbook?
Young: We hang out before he goes onstage. Hm. Note to self: Find out when Denbys birthday is and send Big Fred over.
Ashley: You got a taperecorder AND a dictaphone now?
Julia: Don't ask. What about Lilli Leggers?
Young: Lilli Leggers, the stripper who is preggers.
Julia: How can she be permanently pregnant?
Young: She is not. She is just front-heavy. I hired her for Marks bachelor-party.
Ashley: Mark was going to get married?
Young: No, He just had the bachelor-party.
Julia: What about... The Olsen Tw... YOU KNOW THE OLSEN TWINS?!?!
Young: Yes. Don and Dan Olsen.
Julia: Oh...
Young: They are bakers. They make the best Keylime pie this side of the Limpopo.
Ashley: I am gonna look up if Limpopo is a real word.
Julia: One more. This one is crossed out. S. Hussein, and so is U. and Q. Hussein... Actually, I think I might prefer to not be certain who they are.
Young: As you should be.
Julia: G.W. Bush?
Young: Yeah, my mother asked me to call him about some sort of job, but I never got around to it.
Julia: What kind of job?
Young: Nothing fancy. Secretary of the Interior, or something. But I didn't want to go all the way to Seattle to take phonecalls and take memos all day and not be allowed outside.
Julia: Seattle?
Young: I was told that the job was in Washington, so...
Julia: Now you are just making fun of me, aren't you?
Young: Yeah. Why were you looking in my adressbook anyway?
Julia: Somebody named Gretchen called, but I can't find the piece of paper where I wrote her number, and she isn't in your adressbook.
Young: ...
Julia: Sorry.
Young: Meh. S'allright. Hey, the West Wing is on!