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Ricky, his hair wet from the rain, puts the cash in his pocket. Lester's arm remains draped around his shoulder.
RICKY
(grins)
You got any papers?
LESTER
Yeah, in the cigar box, right over
there.
(laughs)
You know, put up a fight, dude! You
are such a pushover. "No I can't.
Really. Okay."
And he slaps Ricky playfully on the chest. Ricky grins, then squats down and reaches under the weight bench.
RICKY
You should learn to roll a joint.
Lester sits in the bowl chair and leans back, his hands behind his head, watching Ricky roll the joint.