Wait a minute. Are you laughing like me?!
[with his face like Raj's and talking in his impression] Whatever do you mean?
[screams] Harold, you are a nice guy but hanging out with you is like, hanging out with myself. And I'm surprised by how pretty that is. Let's not hang out anymore. Don't call, don't write, don't drop by unexpectedly.
But, Raj, I thought...
Great, bye! Nice knowing ya! [walks off and leaves as Harold looks on in sadness]



