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still have this thing.
Look at you, all
businesswoman-like.
Like a professional.
You look great.
Thanks.
Um, the house is locked,
but if you want to clean
up, you can use the
rinse-off shower on the side.
Good, thank you. We need that.
Debbie, I was in your back
yard last night, and I was
wondering, where'd you get this
really cool stormtrooper boot?
Man what the hell is that?
It's a stormtrooper boot.
Who stuck wheels
in an ice skate?
W-when were you
in my back yard?
I had to take a sh*t last
night and I didn't want
your neighbors all
in my business.
That's very
considerate of you.
That is a Rollerblade and
it belongs to my son.
We have a son?
No, no we, you, we don't
have a son.
No.
Wait...
How old is he?
He's fifteen.
He was at his
dad's last night.
Wait, you f***ed
somebody else?
Yeah, I did.
Debbie's f***in'!
I-i did.
And when am i
gonna meet him?
Uh, let's hold off
on that for now.
Why, is he ugly?
We're not going to laugh.
Oh my god, is he a retard?
Okay, it's because of
comments like that that we
are gonna hold off.
And it's because
of all of this!
I mean, you know, I don't
want people in his life
that are not going to
be a good role model.
Good role model?
We're not good
role models?
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it like that.
-Hmm.
-Oh, hmm.
-Hmm!
-Well, maybe I did.
It's just...
You show up after
all these years.
Y-you're looking homeless,
you smell like I can't
even describe, and you're
sleeping in a Van.
Oh, but we got our
phat gold chains.
Shell toes.
We good.
Brad's at a very
impressionable age right now.
You named him Brad?
Anything that I'm saying
is just sounding terrible
and rude and I'm sorry.
I'm going to go
to work right now.
I'm going to go, okay?
I'm going to go.
Might be time for you guys
Apparently she's been
seeing other people.
Guess what I'm seeing.
I thought you
finished all the weed.
I did.
But I found this on
Debbie's back porch.
Okay, now that we look
less homeless, what do we do?
Well, we're gonna stop telling
people what really happened.
Truck stop guy, tow
truck dude, Debbie...
They all said we
sounded crazy.
Sh*t, I was there and
i don't believe it.
Here's what we do.
We drop the story, we
accept our situation, and
we go back to what
we were going to do.
You mean start
our business?
Sell coffee out of my Van?
Yeah.
Think about it, with
inflation, we could be
like making two
bucks a cup.
For coffee?
You sound crazy
as sh*t right now.
We'll call it two
buck a cuppa coffee.
You guys here
to fix the satellite?
The f***'s a satellite?
What are we,
f***in' astronauts?
What do you mean
"satellite?"
Who the f*** are you?
My name's Brad.
I f***in' live here.
We're friends of Debbie's.
Uh, Debbie? You mean my mother?
Oh sh*t!
That's Debbie's kid.
Debbie's been f***in'!
That's her receipt!
Uh, yeah, listen, my mom's
friends don't smoke, so...
You don't know
your mom's friends.
That's my f***in'
bag of joints, man!
What the f***?
F*** man you
smoking my weed man?
Jesus, guys you
smoked half my stash.
Oh relax, we'll
buy you more.
Call your dealer.
My dealer?
When's the last time
you bought weed?
Where do you get it from?
You just buy it.
You just walk into
7-11 and go buy weed?
Yeah, can me get some
chips, some soda, oh, and
some weed please?
Wait, you guys know
weed's legal now, right?
Wait, what?
I don't know why we need
this doctor to get pot
from a store.
Well, if you have a
prescription, they give
a discount, so...
Ahh.
That's a good deal.
Part of the discount.
It is my birthday.
Happy birthday.
See, yeah. I
told you I'd hook you up.
Hello nurse!
I am not the nurse.
I am Dr. gales.
Well with a body like
that, you ought to be a nurse.
Um, you don't have to
take your shirt off...
Well, I've taken my shirt
off for uglier girls,
so it's not a problem.
Um, I assume that you're having
trouble sleeping at night?
No, I sleep all
through the night.
You look like you're in
a lot of chronic pain.
No, but I do have an itch
you can scr-
-atch.
Mr. Cornell.
Reeves.
I can't write you a
prescription for medical
marijuana unless there's
an actual need, do you
understand?
Right.
Mm.
Do you like Italian?
You're under a lot of
pressure aren't you?
Right.
And you need something
to help calm you down.
Right!
Back hurts?
-Right!
-Can't sleep at night?
-Yeah!
-Constant migraines?
Yes, listen.
You take your shirt off,
I'm going to take my shirt
off, and we gonna
start f***in'.
I am not a prostitute.
I didn't call
you a prostitute.
Okay.
Let's just say you gave
me a little medical
rubba-dub-dub.
You know like a medical
rub in a medical way?
Non-prostitute, but just
medically induced rub.
-Just a, you know...
-In a non-prostitute way?
In a non-prostitute
way. Just a...
-Oh? Oh?
-Yes.
Okay.
-Why didn't you say so?
-I was trying to...
Stand up.
Ooh.
Somebody's gonna be...
-Alright...
-Turn around.
Turn around!
Oh, no, and then stop.
-Oh.
-Like right there.
Right there.
-And uh...
-Like this?
Why don't you, uh,
drop your pants, huh?
Oh, the old reach around.
-Dropping the...
-Pants...
Can you back that up?
Mhmm, just gotta
help you out there.
Bend over.
Kind of rough
there, aren't you?
Welcome to home de-pot.
How can I help
medicate you.
We'll take it all.
You can't have it all.
What type of cannabis
are you looking for?
Cannabis?
F*** that, we want weed!
At a discount...
Oh baby.
Roll-a-bowls.
They are indestructible,
they are foldable, they
are portable.
Dishwasher safe.
Yeah?
-Just, we'll put that in there.
-Mhmm.
Got dick's elixirs
over there.
All different flavors.
Do these all have
weed in them?
Duh.
I think we're gonna
need a bigger basket.
It's about time
you guys showed up.
What are you drinking?
Oh, it's a mocha
vanilla latte.
-What?
-What's that?
It's coffee.
That's a coffee?
Where'd you get it?
From Starbucks. Hello?
Those Starbuck places
i see on every corner?
They just sell coffee?
Yeah.
Debbie's
dad stole our idea!
What the f*** are you
guys talking about?
God damn coffee thief!
I never trusted
her father.
I mean, I only known him
for two minutes, but them
two minutes, i
never trusted him.
I can't believe he stole
our business plan!
Took us f***ing years to
come up with that sh*t!
"Like a son?"
What the f*** you
mean "like a son?"
I was your son!
This is so strange.
I know.
I never thought I'd
live to see the day!
Hey!
It's bad to smoke
cigarettes.
You scared the
sh*t out of us.
It's not a cigarette.
It's a joint.
Marijuana.
Ganja, you know mon.
It's still smoking!
Well, it's our business,
and those are our
tombstones.
What are you, the
cemetery police?
Okay, get the f*** out of here.
We're grown.
And we're grieving.
What are you guys, ghosts?
Look here, I don't know if
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