CELIA: I would gladly walk over glowing coals for you. I love you. I need you so. (RUDY considers this declaration, comes to a cynical conclusion, which makes him tired.) RUDY (emptily): Pills. CELIA: What a team we’d make—the crazy old lady and Deadeye Dick. RUDY: You want pills from me—without a prescription. CELIA: I love you. RUDY: Sure. But it’s pills, not love, that make people walk over broken glass at midnight. What’ll it be, Celia—amphetamine?
