Never Had One Either

A marathon of Felicity over the Holy Week and that indelible chunk in me longing for the '90s aches again, while my guts literally do as I wish gastritis never to torture me ever (although I'm pretty sure it will, damnit). Both my nostalgia and infirmity are on the same page: they just won't leave me alone.

Russian guy: Now. For delivery, you have beeper?

Noel: What, like a pager? No.

Russian guy: You don't have beeper?

Russian girl: Really?!

Noel: Guys, not everyone has a beeper, you know.