Rubin: This is sort of an unusual question, but do you have any marijuana I might be able to buy from you? Our car exploded last night and I’m practically all out of my own. Motel Clerk: Am I a drug dealer? No, I am not. Thank you for asking, though. Rubin: No? OK. That’s OK. Thanks. Motel Clerk: Is there anything else I can help you with? Perhaps you’d like an 11-year old prostitute sent to your room. We can do that. Or maybe we can off someone for you. Huh? How’s that sound? I’ve got it. Why don’t we start small? Would you like a fresh towel? Maybe you could roll that up and smoke it. Rubin: [sotto, walking away] Dick. Motel Clerk: By the way, Cheech, that credit card you guys gave me last night was maxed out, so don’t go spending all your cash on needles and guns just yet.