Hershel: Mumble. Mumble. (Unintelligible) Mumble.
Even though it’s difficult to understand what Hershel is saying, it must be fairly interesting since the two women seem to hang on every word he has to say or, anyway, mumble. He might even be talking about something that’s important to the film’s plot. As the scene drags on, however, this seems less and less likely, if for no other reason than there doesn’t seem to be a plot.
Woman #1: (Unintelligible) Garbled. Garbled.
Hershel: Mumble. (Unintelligible) Mumble.
Hershel shifts in the leather chair, and the CREAK OF LEATHER is almost DEAFENING.
Woman #2: (Unintelligible) Garbled. Garbled.
What is actually being said may never be known, but the combination of the drug party in the background and Hershel’s phobia of someone suggesting he might be afraid to do something makes the following dialogue a likely possibility:
Woman #1 offers Hershel a hit off a joint.
Hershel: No, thanks. I do it the natural way. I get high on life.
Woman #1: What are you? (Pauses) Afraid?
Hershel: No, man. I march to my own drummer. Dig. I don’t mess with that shit. But say I’m afraid, and yeah, I’ll throw all my values right out the window. I’ll ignore everything I stand for. Me? Afraid? I’ll show you who’s afraid. Come on, let’s slam some junk. Or snort a little white horse. Anyone into freebasing?
Then again, given the way the story plays out, an exchange like the following can’t be ruled out either: