Mango Starr: What's up dude!
Ben Gibbard: Shut up.
Mango Starr: Huh?
Ben Gibbard: I said shut up.
Mango Starr: Why? What's your problem?
Ben Gibbard: Blah blah blah, shut the fuck up.
Mango Starr: Ben... this doesn't sound like you...
Ben Gibbard: I saw what you wrote about me on Tiny Mixed Tapes.
Mango Starr: What did I write?
Ben Gibbard: You know what you wrote.
Mango Starr: Whatever... I didn't write shit.
Ben Gibbard: Oh yeah? What about this:"Death Cab for Cutie are TERRIBLE. I'd rather die than listen to Ben's stupid voice."
Mango Starr: What?? I never fucking wrote that!
Ben Gibbard: Whatever... no more getting beers when I'm in town.
Mango Starr: Oh, boo hoo. I don't give a shit. You're a mean drunk anyway.
Ben Gibbard: You just don't like us anymore because we're on a major. That's childish and stupid. Our music is as good as ever.
Mango Starr: Yeah, I mean.. I'll admit that your music is still--
Ben Gibbard: You're just a whiner. Hope you die.
Mango Starr: C'mon Ben. I was just fucking around. You know I'm not like that.
Ben Gibbard: I do, but now all your fans think you hate DCFC.
Mango Starr: Oh, don't get so emo on me.
Ben Gibbard: Fuck you.
