"Geez, I can't even keep a couch that long." He wondered closer, watching the cars as well. He winced at particularly audible crunch, "Well. Guess here's to a phone for another nine years? I mean...unless you can sort a," he wiggles his fingers around, "poof it back to normal? Or you've got a really, really good contract."

There's a pause before he turns, "It's not sprint, is it?"