A phone call that never happened, somewhere around Los Angeles, CA, in the 1950’s.
Clint: Hey, Rock, come down to the beach, man. Lots of pretty girls here for us to hang out with.
Rock: Why don’t you come over instead? The pool is great and I’m all alone. Let’s have some drinks and relax.
Clint: Well… I guess I’ll stay here on the beach for a while. See you later.