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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?
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