Chelsea Walls

Terry Olsen:
Why do they call you Lorna Doone? Ain't that a cookie?

Lorna Doone:
You can call me whatever you want.

Ross:
You're Bob Dylan? By any chance can I kiss your boot?

Terry Olsen:
F*** off.

Ross:
Hey! You're from Minnesota, aren't ya? You must be him! Huh?

Terry Olsen:
Seriously dude, f*** off.

Ross:
Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob! Hey, listen to this, you're not going to believe this, man. I am down in the lobby, right? Right?

Terry Olsen:
Yeah?

Ross:
There's this guy, puttin' up a paintin'. So, I'm like, helpin' 'em with the ladder and sh*t. He tells me, he lives here, in a room just like this one... but he's got it all for free. Yup, all he's gotta do is give a paintin' to the manager. This guy bullshits me about how he's an artist and how the manager understands. And as long as he's, you know, creatin', he can live here.

Terry Olsen:
The guy was lyin'.

Ross:
Yeah, that's what I thought. But, the manager, standin' f***in' right there.

Terry Olsen:
Well, what'd it look like?

Ross:
What?

Terry Olsen:
The painting, dumbshit.

Ross:
That's the best part. It's ugly as sh*t. I coulda done it easy. Whole buncha colors thrown all around.