Page 113 of Playbook
Archer
Oh, he’ll do it too. One time he dropped in at a high school party to yell at me and Brogan for staying out all night and not calling to tell him where we were.
Knox
It was three days, you missed school, and the principal was calling around to check. I had to do something.
Hendrick
No word from Flynn still? Should we call campus security? Maybe his coach?
Archer
I was thinking we should start a social media crusade.
Hendrick
Ooooh. Good call. That way all his friends can help us piece together his last whereabouts.
Flynn
For the love of…I’m alive. I was sleeping.
Knox
For six days? How do I know it’s you and not someone else?
Flynn sends a selfie, his reddish-brown hair a mess on his head and his eyes droopy with sleep, flipping-off the camera.
Flynn
That good enough?
Knox
No. Where the hell have you been?
Hendrick
I think what he meant to say was, we’re glad you’re okay. We’ve missed you. Could you please check in more frequently? We worry about you.
Knox
No, I said exactly what I meant.
Flynn
It’s too early for this much dysfunction. I’m going back to bed.
Knox
Yo, Brogan. You were right.
Me
Always. What specifically are you referring to?
Knox
