The Doctor - a fat, mid 30's woman with obvious cleavage
J.R. - a man in his early 20's with a straight face
K.C. - a man in his mid 20's with a southern accent
A hotel bar, in Chicago. THE DOCTOR, JR, and KC are sitting around a table, drinking beer.
DOCTOR: Jeff said you guys all were in some class together in Delaware or something.
JR: Jeff is a serious opiate addict. He's always making shit up. It was probably a hallucination.
DOCTOR: He is? No, he's not. Is he?
KC: Could be. I don't know these guys.
DOCTOR: I thought you all knew each other.
JR: We do, now.
DOCTOR: How?
JR: Well, I'm Jeff's dealer.
DOCTOR: Why would you be his dealer?
JR: Huh? Oh. The money's good. Anyway, we're here on business. Andrew, that prep-school asshole with the sideburns that left a minute ago, is our Michigan contact.
DOCTOR: He and I were making out. I got up to go to the bathroom and he just left.
JR: Now you know why our Michigan division is doing so badly.
(pause)
JR: I wouldn't take it personally. He's a complete speedfreak and he behaves erratically.
DOCTOR: He does speed?
JR: Are you kidding? He's on speed right now.
DOCTOR: He is not!
JR: Oh, yes he is. We came up here . . . Jeff and I. . .to deal with this very problem.
DOCTOR: You know I'm a doctor.
JR: Then you should recognize speedfreaks and opiate addicts. (drinks) Actually, it'll be good to have a doctor around to keep Andrew from bleeding to death when I cut off his fingers.
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