Dealer: Rock, meth, smack … I got it, you want it?
Erica: No. Uh, no, thank you.
Dealer: Come on, baby, I'll give it to you cheap. (grabs his crotch) You hook me up, I'll hook you up.
Dr. Tom: She said she's not interested.
Dealer (laughs at Dr. Tom's brown ensemble with a long leather coat and fedora): Who are you? Shaft? (Dr. Tom opens the coat to reveal a large handgun) All right, I'll leave this bitch for you.
Erica: Bitch!? Excuse me?! (to Dr. Tom) Was that really necessary?
Dr. Tom: What?
Erica: The gun?
Dr. Tom: Ah. (pulls out the water pistol and squirts it)