-You got something for me?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Hey, come on.
-I hate fucking hippies, man.
-You know why I hate h-hippies?
Because I was downtown, and this kid just comes running out and gets hit by a bus.
And the bus just crushes him and then it runs over him and over him, and the kid’s just squiggling on the ground. And blood is coming out of his ears, and he’s just laying there, and then this hippie dyke chick comes out with a crystal, and she, like, rubs it all over him.
– Amy.
-I’ve seen some crystals do some pretty trippy shit, man.
-Really?
-I was out with one of my girlfriends once, in Vegas. Amy.
