A pre-outbreak conversation between two women over a club
WOMAN 1: You HAVE to come.
WOMAN 2: What's so great about this place?
WOMAN 1: Oh my god, it's incredible, the whole club is like a hospital. And you sit in wheelchairs and you drink out of IV tubes. And if you want snacks, they bring them to you... in bedpans.
WOMAN 2: With everyone getting that flu? That is, like, in the worst taste ever.
WOMAN 1: Jesus. You are seriously NO FUN since you hooked up with Max.
WOMAN 2: At least I'm not each out of bedpans, bitch. Mwah.