Regine: Atlantic City. Happy birthday, girl.
Khadijah: My birthday and Max's favortie place, huh?
Max: It is, isn't it?
Regine: Max, I thought this was supposed to be a junior suite.
Max: Ooh. Look who's getting picky about where she sleeps.
Syclaire: Are you feeling any better?
Khadijah: I just need to lie still for a while. (Lays down on the water bed) Oh, yeah. Much better.
Max: Khadijah, you're my dear friend and it's your birthday and you're sick and I know it's wrong for me to feel this way but---
Khadijah: Max, go gamble.
Max: Thank you.
(Syclaire lays down on the bed)
Khadijah: What are you doin'?
Syclaire: Putting on my makeup. Why else do you think there's a mirror up there? To watch yourself sleep?