At least wait to see if he'll offer to buy you one before you resort to using your oyster, Cate.  This isn't a crack house.

And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

If you get them from the dumpster they're free.

I hope you mean the train station, Cate, and not the bus station.  They're different places, you know.

Or we could just eat the cigarette butts out of the ashtrays. 

And who doesn't love vending machine cuisine? 

I don't know about Cate, but I think your brains ski jumped off your hairdo a long time ago.

Past continuous with be going to.  Take note.

I didn't expect you to know, Mikey.  What's it like to go through life with absolutely no pressure? 

To kill yourselves?