Fine

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