Wags: I woke up in a hotel this morning.
Bobby: You're living in the fucking Pierre.
Wags: This was the Americana Suites, some shit dive next to Port Authority, with my ass on fire. And I saw I had a tattoo.
Bobby: On your ass?
Bobby: You got an ass tattoo?
Wags: All evidence points to that being the case.
Bobby: I need to see it.
Wags: You want to…
Bobby: No, don't want to. No. I need to… What the fuck is that? Is that Yosemite…
Wags: I think so. I was a fan.
Bobby: I'm sending you somewhere.
Wags: Please, not rehab.
Bobby: No, not rehab.