So, how 'bout that joint? Yeah. Good idea. What type of pot is this? It's Colombian....

Paul Hackett: So, how 'bout that joint? Marcy: Yeah. Good idea. [Marcy gives Paul a joint] Paul Hackett: What type of pot is this? Marcy: It's Colombian. Paul Hackett: That's a lie. Marcy: What? Paul Hackett: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot. Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was. Paul Hackett: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. That's shit. Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Paul Hackett: That's horse shit. Marcy: Are you alright? Paul Hackett: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here for in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now! Marcy: What's the matter? Paul Hackett: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up. Marcy: Right now? Paul Hackett: Yes, right now! Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom. Paul Hackett: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have *anything* to hold them down with! Marcy: Fine.

- So how about that joint? - Yeah. - Good idea. - Great. What type of pot is this? It's Colombian. - That's a lie. - What? This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot. The guy who sold it to me said it was. Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. That's shit. Don't get upset. I just won't buy it from him anymore. That's horseshit. Are you all right? Where are those plaster-of-Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here for. That's not entirely true. I came to see you... ...but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now. - What's the matter? - I said, I wanna see a plaster-of-Paris... ...bagel and cream cheese paperweight. Now, cough it up. - Right now? - Yes, right now. They're in Kiki's bedroom. Then get them. Because as we sit here chatting... ...there are papers flying around my apartment... ...because I don't have anything to hold them down with. Fine. [MARCY SOBBING] MARCY: I don't know, Kiki. KIKl: Sorry about that. [MARCY SCREAMS] - It's really coming down, huh? - You bet. - Here you go. - The fare is a dollar and a half. - What? - Fare went up to $ 1.50 as of midnight. You're kidding.