Russell: You feeling better?
Jess: Yeah, yeah. The fresh air's really helping.
Russell: We're in a stairwell.
Jess: Ugh. You must think I'm the worst for going elbow deep in the ganj.
Russell: Nah. In fact, I was high for, well, all my weddings. Whatever gets you down the aisle.
Jess: Well, I seduced Nick last night. I lured him into my bridal chambers, and now we're getting evicted, my eye looks like ground beef, and I cursed our marriage.
Russell: You believe in curses?
Jess: Not normally, but I just want to know that Nick and I are safe, and no cartoon anvil's gonna fall out of the sky and crush us to smithereens.