The Stand, Part II: The Dreams

[Settling down to a rare steak dinner in the city, Larry and Nadine duck when they hear a gunshot.]

Nadine Cross:
Oh, I think I lost my appetite.

Larry Underwood:
We gotta get outta here.

Nadine Cross:
I beg your pardon?

Larry Underwood:
I mean, we gotta get outta the city. I mean, it's not just the odds of getting shot. You have any idea what it's going to smell like in two weeks? Five million people rotting in the July sun!

Nadine Cross:
Ohhh-kay.

[Nadine pulls out a bottle of pills, but Larry stops her from taking any.]

Larry Underwood:
What is that?!

Nadine Cross:
Vitamin C.

Larry Underwood:
Yeah, I'm sorry. It's none of my business.

Nadine Cross:
Apology accepted...mostly because I think you're right. The Big Apple is baked.