damn!
i wouldn't want to give it to my girl friend.
nothin'. just thirsty.  lemme get something to drink and i'll be okay. henry heads up the aisle in the darkened theatre.
could i please get something to drink? tracy, the salesgirl with a spiked haircut regards him with a hostile glance.
please -- i'm not feeling too good. a large coke. or pepsi. i don't care. at the front of the line, a black woman with a streak of purple in her hair holds her toddler in her arms. she sees that henry is ill.