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.
