Sopor: Nothing to do. Maybe I’ll go visit Punchy.
MJ: You got me, fucker. Aren’t I enough company?
Sopor: We aren’t doing anything, so what’s the point of it?
MJ: Well, let’s do something.
Sopor: Like what?
MJ: I got an idea. -looks at Sopor slyly-
Sopor: Go on. -has no idea what she means-