“-Stan, don’t go! We love you! Let us help you! -I need crack!
“-Any chance I could get some of that cold medicine to go? -You gonna share that crack you’re doing or what? -It’s not crack! I bought it on a park bench outside a soup kitchen from a guy in a lime-green suit… Oh, my god, it’s crack. I’m going to go take out the trash.”
“What am I supposed to do with that? Come back with cash and we’ll do business.”
“20 bucks, I’ll make you see heaven.”
“Danger.”
