Call 1: Outsourced Indian phone sex prayer line.
Call 2: Alternate abortion helpline with an attitude. Mean lady gives abortion advice.
Call 3: Abortion helpline. Drugged christian hippie that stars as Roseanne.
Debra tries to call a prayer line in Indiana to help quell her cocaine fueled sexual desires as her white-brick-of-happy that she stole from her concentration camp overlords slowly dwindles down. Unbeknownst to her, the prayer line has been outsourced to India, not Indiana. Her requests for prayer fall on deaf ears because the man on the other end of the line has apparently mixed up his calls for prayer requests with his calls for a phone sex line. Debra learns first hand of the dangers of outsourcing jobs as she falls prey to the man behind the phone. She falls like Lindsey Lohan without her Adderall.
Drug induced psychosis takes over as Debra gorges herself at the local casino buffet. She’s bulging more than Jon Hamm in biker shorts. So naturally she believes she has become pregnant from the nice Indian man on the phone. She feels The Lord’s eyes upon her so she tries her best to get advice from pregnancy/abortion phone lines.