Frankie: Hey Harper.... where's your little boyfriend?
Harper: I- I don't...
Frankie: Maybe Tiffany does. She was with him last night, getting high off of my medicine cabinet. Huh, Tiffany?
Tiffany: Oh, you bitch.
Harper: Tiffany, is this- is this true?
Tiffany: I left early.
Harper: You left Wendell in the woods, alone?
Frankie: That's a goddamn shame. Just desserts, though. Thieves are thieves are thieves.













