Casey:
[Chopper flies over head]
Supply drop. It's for the outsiders. We don't get any
Robbins:
How often do they come?
Casey:
Twice a month maybe? Hey, you thinking about trying to jump that chopper, forget it, they pick a new spot each time. We never know where. Even if we did, who's going to fly it? Most of these kinds can't even read.
Robbins:
I can.
Casey:
What? Fly a chopper?
Robbins:
No, read.
Casey:
[pause]
Mr. Robbins! I think it is time I bought you a drink.
Casey:
[enters the Absolum Distillery]
Mr. Killian? Hey, Mr. Killian? How about two shots of your finest twelve-day-old?
Killian:
Piss off!
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