Cashier:
[Cherie tries to purchase a handle of vodka]
Um, I can't sell you this.
Cherie Currie:
I have my ID.
Grocery Store Manager:
Yes, what can I do? Uh, I'm sorry, but, we won't be able to sell you that.
Cherie Currie:
I'll have you fired. Replaced. Just like that.
Grocery Store Manager:
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, please. Right now.
Cherie Currie:
You're nothing but dog shit, Mister. And you. You're just a filthy... pussy.
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