(dramatic music)
- Instagram, you really get me.
(doorbell rings) Finally, all my shit's here.
God damn.
(dramatic music)
(plaintive music) (Jane sobbing)
We were so beautiful together.
(robotic beeping)
Oh.
Yeah.
(phone vibrates)
(doorbell rings)
It can't be.
Can it?
Damn, that was fast.
(intense music)
(phone vibrates)
Duh.
(laughing)
Instagram, you really get me.
Not like Blane.
(phone vibrates) (robotic beeping)
(doorbell rings)
Finally, all my shit's here, God damn.
(phone vibrates)
Oh.
- [Delivery Man] Hello?
- Hi. - Hi, do you want
me to just leave these here,
or I don't know, call for help?
- No, it's totally fine, we can just leave it.
- [Delivery Man] If you say so.
Kinda weird though.
- I should order a box organizer.
It was so crazy, I couldn't even get out of my apartment.
I had to hire movers.
(phone vibrates)
Can you explain this to me?
Are you seeing my ex?
- I don't know if seeing is the right word.
'Cause, you know, we do it in the dark, so.
- You're sleeping with him?
That's like friend code 101.
- Okay, well maybe I wouldn't be sleeping with him
if you didn't post this.
- (Jane) I didn't post that.
- What, you have a lazy eye LOL?
That was supposed to be a secret between friends, alright?
What, did you sell it to Instagram?
- Of course I didn't sell it to Instagram.
And how was that a secret?
I mean everyone can kinda--
- Nobody knows about this.
- You know what?
I am dis-inviting you from the
dogs eating watermelon Facebook group.
- Wow.
Okay, we're done here.
You know what?
Blane thinks my eye is the sexiest thing about me.
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates) (suspenseful music)
- Hello?
Anybody there?
(phone vibrates)
- Hi Jane, it's me, Instagram.
- What the actual fuck?
- I know, what's best, for you,
just let me, help you.
(phone vibrates repeatedly)
- Oh hell no.
Eat shit phone ghost.
(garbage disposal vrooms)
(Jane laughs maniacally)
(phones vibrating)
No.
Oh God!
Oh fuck!
Oh no.
I gotta go where phones can't find me.
(crickets chirping) (whimsical music)
Ew, I hate camping so much.
- [Man] Uh, hello?
I'm here for a scooter?
- Scooter?
Blane?
- [Blane] Jane?
What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?
- [Blane] Uh, obviously I'm here for the scooter
in this Instagram ad on my phone.
- Throw it away!
- [Blane] I'm not throwing away my phone, you idiot!
- It's not safe here.
- What are you doing camping in a parking garage?
- This is the only place phones don't work.
- Well I have full bars, and I'm not leaving
until I get this amazing scooter,
which looks really, really coo, ohhhh!
(Blane grunts)
- Oh God!
Aw, there's blood and shit all over my shoes!
Ugh!
(Blane grunts)
Oh, I could actually really use those.
Hm. (cheerful music)