I never got your message.

Glad you called back, I deleted all my voicemails by mistake.

I called you back, but your line was busy.

I thought you said you'd call me again.

I thought my husband / wife / roommate / secretary was going to return the call.

By the time I got home it was late and I didn't want to wake you.

I had to keep my phone line open. I was expecting a call from the terrorists who are holding my brother hostage.

My phone is being tapped. I can't use it.

That was you? I couldn't recognize the voice because the tape in my machine is getting old, and I've been driving myself nuts trying to figure out who it was.

I didn't think you really wanted me to call back.

Your tone on the phone message was so mechanical that I thought you were the machine, and the machine was the person.

It's not just what you say, it's how you say it.

I tried to call you back, but the line was busy. Meanwhile your voice on the message got to me. That deep sexy voice got me all riled up. And I couldn't wait to see you. And then I fell asleep smoking and almost burned the house down.