Rochelle: Food stamps. Come on, girl, you know you need them. Listen, I'm short on my light bill. I need to sell these food stamps.
Woman: Fifty cent on the dollar.
Rochelle: Oh, no, no, no. No, thank you. Beat it, beat it.
Woman: Food stamps!
Rochelle: What?
Woman: Food stamps! Fifty cent on the dollar.
[A crowd forms around the woman]
Rochelle: What the hell? What the hell is going.
Woman: All right, all right. One at a time. One at a time.
Rochelle: Damn it!