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The next day:
Trudy: Is everything set?
Chuck: Yeah. He dropped off the beer and will be right back.

Chuck: You know, Fooker's not going to touch that stuff. He can't handle it when he drinks it, but he's strong in resisting in the first place.
Trudy: I'll handle that.

Trudy: I'll "spike the punch you made for him. He'll take a sip and won't be able to stop.
Chuck: I don't know about this...

Trudy: Too late, Chucky-poo! It's show time!
Chuck: F-Man! My main pal!
Fooker: What's *she* doing here?