vince, you can come in now!
now this is panda, from mexico. very good stuff. this is bava, different, but equally good. and this is choco from the hartz mountains of germany. now the first two are the same, forty- five an ounce – those are friend prices – but this one.  . this one's a little more expensive. it's fifty-five. but when you shoot it, you'll know where that extra money went. nothing wrong with the first two. it's real, real, real, good shit. but this one's a fuckin' madman.
am i a nigger? are you in inglewood? no. you're in my house. white people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. my shit, i'll take the pepsi challenge with amsterdam shit any ol' day of the fuckin' week.
this ain't amsterdam, vince. this is a seller's market. coke is fuckin' dead as disco. heroin's comin' back in a big fuckin' way. it's this whole seventies retro. bell bottoms, heroin, they're as hot as hell.
i just hope i still have it. whaddya think of trudi? she ain't got a boyfriend, wanna hand out an' get high?
no, that's jody. that's my wife.
no problem?
me casa, su casa.
still got your malibu?
what?
oh man, that's fucked up.
they should be fuckin' killed. no trial, no jury, straight to execution.
it's chicken shit. you don't fuck another man's vehicle.
i can hear it!
i told 'em and that's what i'm gonna tell this fuckin' asshole right now! hello, do you know how late it is? you're not supposed to be callin' me this fuckin' late.
whoa, hold you horses man, what's the problem?
maybe.
don't bring her here! i'm not even fuckin' joking with you, don't you be bringing some fucked up pooh-butt to my house!
she's odin'?
then bite the fuckin' bullet, take 'er to a hospital and call a lawyer!
she ain't my fuckin' problem, you fucked her up, you deal with it – are you talkin' to me on a cellular phone?
i don't know you, who is this, don't come here, i'm hangin' up.
have you lost your mind?! you crashed your car in my fuckin' house! you talk about drug shit on a cellular fuckin' phone –
are you deaf? you're not bringin' that fucked up bitch in my house!
get that black box in the bedroom i have with the adrenaline shot.
look, just keep talkin' to her, okay? while she's gettin' the shot, i gotta get a medical book.
to tell me how to do it. i've never given an adrenaline shot before.
i never had to use it. i don't go joypoppin' with bubble-gummers, all of my friends can handle their highs!
i am, if you'll let me.
stop talkin' to me, and start talkin' to her.
i'm looking as fast as i can!
my black medical book!
my black fuckin' medical book. it's like a text book they give to nurses.
trust me, i have one.
i don't know! stop bothering me!
while i'm doing this, take her shirt off and find her heart.
yeah, it has to be exact! i'm giving her an injection in the heart, so i gotta exactly hit her in the heart.
that's it.
it's ready, i'll tell you what to do.
no, you're gonna give her the shot.
i've never done this before either, and i ain't starting now. you brought 'er here, that means you give her the shot. the day i bring an oding bitch to your place, then i gotta give her the shot.
well, you're giving her an injection of adrenaline straight to her heart. but she's got a breast plate in front of her heart, so you gotta pierce through that. so what you gotta do is bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
if you want the needle to pierce through to her heart, you gotta stab her hard.
i'm curious about that myself.
she's supposed to come out of it like – – that.
one.
two.
three!
if you're okay, say something.