Big Papa is speeding down a street and takes a sharp turn onto Eglinton street. Big Papa then hits Sara as she's walking a dog. Sara goes flying into a used mattress sitting on the side of the street. Big Papa stops the car and walks out to see if Sara is injured.

Big Papa: Damm that's one dirty ass way to break a fall bitch.

Sara: Who you calling a bitch?

Big Papa: Aww sorry about the hit, was running from a cop.

Big Papa puts his hand out and Sara grabs it.

Sara: WHY ARE YOU SO BIG?

Big Papa: Aww shit, that's a bit offensive girl, I've been trying to lose weight but weed always makes me hungry.

Sara: Sorry, I have Tourette's syndrome.

Big Papa: A mental disorder?

Sara: You could call it that. It may be split personality, hard to explain. Been to many different doctors each with there own opinions.

Big Papa: Well at least you can get away with saying what you want.

Sara: FUCK YOU FAT FUCK

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Big Papa: Damm if I didn't run Boronto, I would be offended.

Sara: What do you mean by that?

Big Papa: I'm Big Papa, everyone knows me. I'll do anything for that cash, drug deals, murders, killing hookers by the lake, you know whatever.

Sara: Sounds like my cup of tea, YOU FUCKING WHALE, BILLY WILLY.

Big Papa: Are you going to be insulting me forever?

Sara: Only when my tourettes has its moments.

Big Papa: Damm your ice cold, I like that, how about you give me your number, sweet thing.

*Big Papa hands his phone to Sara. Sara inputs her digits into the phone. They hear sirens in the distance. Big Papa hands Sara a wad of cash.*

Big Papa: I gotta dip, take this flow and theres more where that came from.

Sara: Shit papa, I’ll come with you, I ain’t fucking anyone today.

Big Papa: Damm your moving fast.

Sara: Unlike you, DUMB FUCK

Big Papa: That hurts me emotionally, but I dig you, let’s dip.

*Big Papa gets back into his car with Sara and drives away.*