It's for Ginger, isn't it. Look, worst case scenario, you put her out of her misery. Just...

Sam:

Holy shit, that's monkshood. Where the fuck did you get that? Brigitte:
I don't know if you smoke it, or eat it, or what. But I need to try it now. Sam:
Well you got me, but... To be sure, I'd have to say direct route. Inject it. But see, that's a bad idea, Brigette. Because neither of us know what this stuff does. Brigitte:
Can't be worse than being roadkill. Sam:
The dosage would be a guess, I mean... It's have to be. There's no way to match for metabolism, body weight, there could be side effects. You cannot try this alone. Brigitte:
My sister will be there. Sam:
[they prepare the monkshood in a syringe]
Understand, you may kill her trying to save her. Brigitte:
What? Sam:
It's for Ginger, isn't it. Look, worst case scenario, you put her out of her misery. Just as long as you're prepared for that, and I mean... Sure. Try to come tonight