Scenario 2:

Raj: if you look carefully at Venus ['vinəs] , you should be able to see the International Space Station pass by.

Lucy: your friend was actually up there?

Raj: yeah, he brought me back a T-shirt that said, “my friend went to the Space Station and All I got was this lousy ['laʊzi] T-shirt”. 

Lucy: did he take the T-shirt to space?

Raj: nope. It’s exactly as lousy as advertised. Speaking of friends, they have been asking to meet you. I was thinking, maybe we could all hang out sometime?

Lucy: I don't know, how many are there?

Raj: let’s see. Six. That’s pretty cool, I have six friends! Kind of like Sinatra.

Lucy: six strangers? That’s a lot of pressure. Staring at me, asking me personal questions, like “what do you do?”, “where are you from?”, “why did you lock yourself in the bathroom?”.

Raj: okay, how about you just dip your toe in and meet one of them?

Lucy: will you be there?

Raj: of course.

Lucy: well, that’s two. Three if you count me. Oh, this is getting out of hand.