Half Baked Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 82 min
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- Speaking.
- Oh, hey, hey. lt's Mary Jane.
Do you remember ? l gave you
a ride home from prison ?
Well, could you be
l get so many rides home
from prison.
That was a joke.
Oh.
What happened ? l didn't think
you were gonna call me.
Well, l wasn't, but then l decided
l don't care what my friends think.
See, that was a joke.
Get it ?
- A little joke.
- Not funny.
So, you wanna
get together ?
Okay. Sure. When ?
How 'bout right now ? Just meet me
at the place you dropped us off at.
Okay. Can you give me
half an hour ?
- Yeah, half an hour's cool.
- Great.
- All right. Okay.
- l'll see you there.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
l've got a date with Mary Jane !
- Word, yo ?
- Yes !
- All right, man.
- Y'all got money ?
The date couldn't
have come at a worse time.
l was flat broke.
All my money was tied up
in our drug-dealing venture.
l only had eight bucks.
This was gonna take some careful
budgeting and maneuvering.
- Hey.
- You look great. You look wonderful.
- Thank you.
You know what ? l was thinkin'
it's so nice out,
wanna go for a walk ?
Yeah, sure.
We can go for a walk.
Good. Good. Let's.
So far, so good.
Three hours and 14 miles later,
l hadn't spent one penny.
Damn, l was good !
- And then it happened.
- l'm hungry too.
- Hey, you wanna
- Uh, how 'bout a hot dog, huh ?
- Hey, what luck.
- Hot dog.
- Hey, what can l get you ?
- Could l have a hot dog
with ketchup and sauerkraut ?
- Sauerkraut's 50 cents extra.
- Damn !
l've not had a hot dog
in so long.
- Come on. Let's get out of here.
- You son of a b*tch !
- Yes. Could l have a Pepsi, please ?
- Anything for you, sir ?
- No. l'm fine. Thank you.
- Didn't you promise me
l know a really
good place uptown.
Great. Let's hoof it.
Um, do you mind if we take
a cab this time ?
Sure.
Thanks a lot, buddy.
You should be happy
with the tip l gave you. Damn.
- You should be kissing my ass.
- You guys are greedy.
Best ice cream in town.
- Spare change for some food ?
- Oh.
- Don't mind if l do.
- Thanks, young brother.
No, thank you.
- Mmm. Mmm-mmm.
- Yeah, l mean, l do miss my dad.
But... he deserves
to be where he is.
Drug dealers belong
in jail.
Yeah. Yeah, wow.
Yeah. Um, how long
he been in there ?
- Four years next month.
- Four years.
- And what exactly was he sellin' ?
- Marijuana.
Four years
just for weed ? Damn !
Just ? No, no, no, no.
Not just.
Marijuana is terrible.
lt's a gateway drug.
l mean, everybody knows
Yeah, mostly junk food.
You don't smoke weed, do you ?
Come on, Mary Jane.
l mean, do l look like somebody
that would smoke... marijuana ?
So you swear you don't ?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, well, swear on this banana split
that you don't do marijuana.
What ? Oh, my God.
Do you swear ?
Yes, Mary Jane. l swear.
That you got pretty eyes.
That's good.
That's real good.
l got some booty. l got some booty.
l got some booty.
lt was really good too.
Ooh, she was a giver,
a caring nurturer.
She held me in her arms, and it was
like l was 15 years old all over again.
- l was hooked on Mary Jane.
-
The next mornin' the phones blew up like
we were havin' a f***in' telethon, man.
Everybody in New York was callin'
to get down with Mr. Nice Guy.
We met all kinds of customers,
like this guy here.
He's what we call
an enhancement smoker,
'cause he thinks marijuana
makes every activity that much better.
- Mi casa es su casa.
- Observe.
- You're Scarface, right ?
- Yeah.
l love Al Pacino, man.
- Did you ever see Scent of a Woman ?
- Yep.
Did you ever see
Scent of a Woman... on weed ?
That's the way to see it, man !
lt's just whacked ! Pow !
- Sixty bucks, yo.
- That's cool, man.
l got it. l got it.
- Did you ever see
the back of a $20 bill, man ?
- Man, l don't know, yo.
Did you ever see the back
of a $20 bill... on weed ?
Oh, there's some weird sh*t
in there, man !
There's a dude sittin' in the bushes.
Does he have a gun ?
l don't know, man.
What ? What ?
Red team go. Red team go.
- Just some weird sh*t, man.
- Man, you're f***in' crazy, yo.
- Take your sh*t.
- No, that's cool. Thanks, man.
Hey, yo, wait ! Dude, l'm gonna
check out the stars later.
lt's really trippy.
Especially on weed, man.
someone who never has weed of their own.
But as soon as you smoke it,
here they come.
- Damn !
- What up ?
- Man !
What's up, dogs ? Scoot over.
Let me get in here, man.
- What y'all doin'?
- Nothin'.
- Nothin'?
- Yeah, just chillin'.
What's the matter ?
Let me inhale it. Let me have some.
All right, man.
Just one hit, you scavenger.
Always come around.
Can't even smoke weed
in peace.
l ain't even into the
motherf***er yet. Back up, brother.
You know we sell this ?
l don't know if you knew that.
lt's too bad, man.
l just stopped smokin' yesterday.
l'm gonna get up out of here.
Y'all stay up, now. Nice seeing y'all.
- Yeah. Look at that sh*t.
- Man.
Then there's the ''You
Should've Been There'' smoker.
They love talkin' about the old days,
back when weed was grass.
Hell, back in the '60s, we used to
smoke that sh*t on the street.
Cops didn't say nothin'.
Hell, they was gettin' high too.
Everybody was doin' it.
- Mm.
- lt wasn't the thing to do because
it was the thing to do, you know ?
lt was the thing to do
because it got you high.
- Can you dig ?
- l feel ya. That's why l'm doin' it.
l feel it. Man, you're cool
as sh*t, mister.
l hate to do it, but l gotta
charge you. That's 60 bucks.
- Yeah.
Man, l remember when a dime bag
cost a dime, you know what l mean ?
- You know how much condoms
used to cost in them days ?
- How much ?
l don't know.
l-- We never used 'em.
We call this kid
the ''After School Special'' smoker.
He spends all
of his allowance on reefer.
Thanks, little buddy.
Now, in the next room, his father,
an ''l'm 40, But l'm Still Cool'' smoker,
is tokin' up, trying to figure
out a way to bond with his son.
lsn't that ironic ?
Don't you think ?
'Course across town, the kid's Nana's
smokin' up, tryin' to ease her glaucoma.
And it's good
for arthritis too.
- We made over 20 grand
that first week, man.
-
And because we were stealin' the weed,
not buyin' it, it was all profit.
But if we were gonna save Kenny,
we had to deliver full-time.
Scarface quit his job.
Still waiting
on that Heifer, Julio.
F*** you. F*** you.
F*** you. You're cool.
And f*** you. l'm out !
Brian was gonna quit,
but they fired him before he could.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
l'm not gonna do what
Flip out, man !
All l wanna know is:
who's comin' with me ?
Who's comin', man ?
Who's comin' with me ?
Huh ? Who's comin' with me, man ?
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