Road Trip (2000)
Rubin: This is kind of an unusual request, but do you have any marijuana I might be able to buy from you? You see, our car exploded yesterday and I'm almost out of my own. Motel Clerk: [short pause] I'm not a drug dealer. No, I'm not. Thank you for asking. Rubin: OK. Motel Clerk: Anything else? Perhaps you'd like an 11-year-old prostitute delivered to your room? We CAN do that. Or maybe you'd like us to off someone for you. Or why don't we just start simple? Would you like a fresh towel? Maybe you can roll that up and smoke it. Oh hey, Cheech! That credit card you guys gave me last night was maxed out so don't go spending all your cash on needles and guns.