Christy:
[In the restroom, where Harold and Kumar are hiding in the middle stall]
I've got the worst case of taco-shits. God.
[Turns and goes into the right stall]
Clarissa:
[as she continues to check herself in the mirror, she then farts a little]
Great. I've got to go, too.
[Turns and goes into the left stall]
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