GREGGS: Fuck me. I still cannot type.
HERC: Fuckin' white boys, I love 'em. I fuckin' love 'em.
GREGGS: Yeah?
HERC: Dumb as a box of rocks.
GREGGS: Who?
HERC: White boys. Talkin' about the braindeads in my Kane Street case. I call him up, I tell him I wanna buy some drugs. You know what he says? Says, "Okay, I'll sell you drugs. How much drugs do you want?" I swear to God, Kima, they don't code it, they don't ask for a meet, nothing. And then when you make the deal, there's no run and no bullshit. It's the guy himself walking up to you in the parking lot saying, "I brought the drugs. Did you bring the money?" No, I'm not kidding. I have much respect for black people after working with these idiots for two weeks. Seriously, if white boys want to sell drugs in Baltimore, they have to make different laws for it, like even it out for 'em.
GREGGS: Affirmative action.
HERC: Leave no white man behind.