Michele:
What time is it? It's too late, too late for work. Snake, make my hit for me!
Snake:
No.
Michele:
Too lousy to even... is it ready yet? What are you doing? Where's my hit, Snake?
[seeing the door boarded up]
Michele:
Christ! What the fuck is this? What have you done? What have you done to the door? And the windows? Look, I don't have time for this shit, where's my hit?
Snake:
Flusssshhh...!
Michele:
What?
Snake:
I flushed it.
Michele:
Are you crazy?
Snake:
We're kickin'.
Michele:
No! You may be. But I'm not. You're high aren't you? You mean, you get your last hit and I don't get mine? Fuck this!
[she finds the stash box empty]
Michele:
Shit! You really did it. Come on, Snake! You've got to have something. Anything.
[she starts a frantic search]
Michele:
.
Snake:
I told you. It's all gone.
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