— I've got a better idea.
— Thank God! All right. What is it, Mr. White? Lay it on me.
— Beans.
— Beans?
— They're castor beans.
— So what are we gonna do with them? Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk, huh? Climb it and escape?
— We are going to process them into ricin.
— Rice and beans?
— Ricin.
— Mike, you can't just... Look, that's our precursor. We need her.
— Kid, if we have to ramp down for a while, so be it. It beats working with a lunatic who's gonna get us arrested or killed.
— Look, she didn't seem crazy to me, you know? She just seemed, like, uptight.
— And now you're being sexist. Trust me, this woman deserves to die as much as any man I've ever met.
— You're smart, all right? You made poison out of beans, yo. All right, look. We got... We got an entire lab right here, all right? How about you take some of these chemicals... and mix up some rocket fuel? And we can just send up a signal flare. Or you make some kind of robot to get us help... or a homing device... or build a new battery or... <...> What? Hey. What is it? What?
— Do you have any money? Change, I mean. Coins. Gather them. And washers and nuts and bolts and screws... and whatever little pieces of metal we can think of that is galvanized. It has to be galvanized or solid zinc.
— Solid zinc, okay.
— And bring me... Bring me brake pads. The front wheels should have discs. Take them off and bring them to me.
— What are we building?
— You said it yourself.
— A robot?
— No cooking until this fly is dealt with. Have I been speaking to myself?
— The timer went off, yo. How long is this batch gonna be good for? An hour? Two?
— The batch will be good for nothing if we don't clear the contaminant.
— «Clear the contaminant»? We're making meth here, all right? Not space shuttles.
