RIKER 1: What the fuck is this Green Poison shit?!
RIKER 2: Smallpox, brother. Disease fucking died out, man. Decades ago, then some terrorists put it on money, just in time for Christmas. You gotta admire that creativity, man.
RIKER 1: Who the hell would even do something like that?
RIKER 2: Well if they hadn't, you'd still be jacking off in your cell wouldn't you?
RIKER 1: Might of been better off.
RIKER 2: And then what? What kind of prospects did you have? A low-paying shit job with a parole officer on your ass once a week? Selling good until someone tries to jump you? Eventually you'd be back inside. You know I'm right.
RIKER 1: Yeah, I know it.
RIKER 1: Green Poison is an opportunity, man. We risin' up.