A reporter's dream of becoming a news anchor is compromised after a one-night stand leaves her stranded in downtown L.A. without a phone, car, ID or money - and only 8 hours to make it to the most important job interview of her life.

Denise: He is lying to us, there is no subway in Los Angeles.
Gordon: Yes, there is!
Denise: Where? How come I've never seen it?
Gordon: It's underground.
Scrilla: Why the hell would KZLA's Meghan Miles be sucking dick for crack in our hood?
Meghan: No, no, I'm not sucking dick for crack.
Hulk: What you're sucking dick for then?
Meghan: Nothing!
Hulk: Shit's free?
Rose: I'm gonna take you to a club, you're gonna meet some young stupid hot guy, and you're gonna take all your anger and aggression out on his penis.
Meghan: I don't know, I don't do that with penises.
Hulk: Pookie, what you smoking on?
Pookie: Weed laced with embalming fluid. It's pretty good.
Gordon: No, I'm not a hipster. I can't grow a convincing enough beard.
Meghan: What does a post-modern romantic writer do all day?
Gordon: Find beauty and praise it.
Meghan: That's like the opposite of what I do.
Kyle: Are you in a crack house?
Meghan: Yes! That's what I've been trying to tell you!