(Dude 1 has just bummed some antacids off of Dude 2. Apparently, the jalapeno poppers are not agreeing with Dude 1's stomach and four cans of Yuengling.)
"Would you date a girl from a drug store?"
"You mean one who works there? Like a pharmacist?"
"No. Just some girl you met there."
"Sure. Actually, I'd date a girl I met anywhere."
"How about the one you met outside of the herpes clinic?"
"Okay. Maybe not that one."
"Which interestingly enough brings me to my point. Girls in drug stores are kind of down. More vulnerable. Feeling under the weather."
"Their defenses are down?"
"Yes. But on the other hand, they're in a drug store. What are they buying? What kind of maladies are brewing? There could be all sorts of things that you don't necessarily want to exchange fluids with."
"Or things that you'd rather not even see."
"Exactly. In fact, I still don't forgive you for those pictures you made me look at on that website."
"Parasites are nasty business, my friend. It's just the way of the world. I don't make the rules."
"You're a sick man."
"No arguments there."
"So, you can cruise the Rite Aid and look for prime opportunities, but you can really get burned."
"Is it worth the risk?"
"That's the question."
"Is this like your grand plan to pick up chicks at the library?"
"Let's not bring that up, okay."
"Hey, you're the one talking about staking the anti-fungal aisle."
"See. That's what I'm talking about. Why do you go there?"
"So you don't have to. So you don't have to."