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Drexler Johnson:
Hi.

Zora:
Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I'll get your coat in a jiff.

Drexler Johnson:
I didn't bring a coat.

Zora:
Coat thief, huh? Okay, here's how it goes: you can pinch up to three furs. We'll split the fence 50/50.

Drexler Johnson:
What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I figured a hardworking girl like you stuck in this sweat box smelling like dead fox deserves some ice.

Zora:
Now we're talking. I've been looking to score a good diamond heist.

Drexler Johnson:
No, not that kind of ice. [puts a huge piece of ice in her tip tray] Ice ice, baby.