LANCE:
Vincenzo, step into my office

(Three bags of heroin lie on Lance's bed.)

(Lance and Vincent stand at the foot of the bed.)

LANCE:
This is Panda, from Mexico. Very good stuff. Now, that's Bava, different, but equally good. And that is Choco from the Hartz Mountains of Germany. Now, the first two are the same, 300 a gram – those are friend prices – but, this one...(pointing to the Choco)...is a little more expensive. This is 500 a gram. But, when you shoot it, you will know where that extra money went. Now there's nothing wrong with the first two. It's real, real, real, good shit. But this one is a fuckin' madman.

VINCENT:
Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.

LANCE:
(Chuckles) Am I a n*****? Are we in Inglewood? No. You're in my home. Now, white people who know the difference between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit any ol' day of the fuckin' week.

VINCENT:
That's a bold statement.

LANCE:
(Chuckles) This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market. Coke is fuckin' dead as...dead. Heroin is comin' back in a big fuckin' way.

VINCENT:
Alright, give me three grams of madman.

LANCE:
Okay

VINCENT:
And if it's as good as you say it is, I'll come back and buy another thousand.

LANCE:
Well, I just hope that I still have some left for ya. But...I'm giving you some out of my own private stash. That is what a nice guy I am.

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