Ghost of Christmas Past:
Yo, Stroker, Stroker! Wake up!
Stroker:
[wakes up] Hey. Hey, man. Can you get me a beer? Charge it to Room 331. Thanks, bro.
Ghost of Christmas Past:
7 years, and you haven't changed a bit, Stroker?
Stroker:
Jermane? Jermane Washington, my old partner?
Stroker & Jermane:
Jermane and Stroker, back in action! [laughs]
Stroker:
Dude, you're dead.
Ghost of Christmas Past:
No [bleep], man. I'm a ghost now.
Stroker:
I'm so sorry about the accident. Not a day goes by I don't think about it.
Ghost of Christmas Past:
Yeah, well, what you gonna do? My gun jammed. I must not have cleaned it well enough. Yeah, that was the irony, wasn't it? I was the one who was always prepared.
Stroker:
Yeah. Yeah, I guess. So, uh, what are you doing here? [realizes] OH, NO! Dammit! I drowned in the hot tub, didn't I? Win the lottery, then get drunk and drown in the damn hot tub. Nice going, Stroker? You are stupid sometimes.
Ghost of Christmas Past:
Shut the hell up. You're still alive.