- Zoey: Drugs.
- [whispering]
- Zoey: Is that drugs? You want to do drugs?
- Aiden: You don't have to whisper. There are no cops here.
- [pause]
- Aiden: Unless you're a cop. In which case, you are legally required to tell me.
- Zoey: Nope.
- [Australian accent]
- Zoey: I am not a cop.
- [normal voice]
- Zoey: I am also not a drug person, per se... . or at all...
- [she laughs as Aiden tries to hand her a pill, Zoey nervously stands]
- Zoey: ... And we're comfortable with um... who sold you those drugs, right? They're um, a reputable drug dealer.
- Aiden: Yes.
- Zoey: And the drugs themselves, they are... they're not laced with angel dust? Or are they angel dust? While we're at it, what is angel dust?
- Aiden: Look, we really don't have to do this. It's only meant to be fun.
- Zoey: Okay. Ah, no. Let's.
- [whispers]
- Zoey: I should do this.
- [Aiden hands her a pill as he takes his]
- Zoey: Okay, I have nothing big planned today. I need to live my life as rebellious as possible. What is the worst that could happen?
- [Zoey takes her pill, and as she's swallowing, her phone buzzes. When she looks at it, she does a spit take]
- Zoey: Hm. No way. The head of all of SprqpPoint is calling me right now! Of course this is happening. Should I answer it? He's gonna know. I'm gonna be fired.
- Aiden: You took it nine seconds ago.
- Zoey: [she answers the phone] Hello...? Mr. Michael Davis?
- Danny Michael Davis: [over the phone] Zoey. I'm afraid we've got a bit of a... a situation brewing. Come to the 12th floor ASAP.
- Zoey: Okay, I took a personal day, and aren't you still under house arrest?
- Danny Michael Davis: Not anymore. Can you come in? We shouldn't have this conversation over the phone.
- [whispers]
- Danny Michael Davis: I don't trust these things anymore.
- Zoey: Phones? We make phones.
- Danny Michael Davis: Ironic, isn't it? The FBI hacked mine, which is how I ended up in the big house. Which is what I call my house.
- Zoey: I'm busy for the next... couple hours...
- [she turns to silently confirm with Aiden, who gestures and whispers "Eight hours," and Zoey's eyes widen as she repeats "Eight?"]
- Danny Michael Davis: Fine. I will come to you. Where you at? Nope, never mind. I just pinged your location on your phone. You see. These things are dangerous.
- Zoey: [as they hang up] Oh my god. Uh, my boss is coming here. I hope I'm not high as F***!
- [tie dye colored censor bar, electric guitar chord plays]