Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the fuck are you doing?

By the park on Maple.

Do you wanna get a coffee or something?

And he threatened to stab himself in the heart with a geometry compass

I dropped my keys in the porta-potty. There was a raccoon in there.

I'll tell you what.

- It's Lars. Not DeLars. - Shut up.

but I don't agree with them.

I mean, she outshined everyone, including all the older girls.

Why do you keep saying this word? Please stop.

Mine are buried around here somewhere, too. Probably hiding from me.

Do you remember where he lived?

I think it's more referred pain, you know, from the plantar fasciitis.

I figure you can get 15 bucks a shot.

What's the catch?

You're a genius. I think you've reinvented the Quaalude.

Glad to see I'm not the only one.

Previously on Weeds.

So, anything special we should know about the car?

and, trust me, no kid comes here to smoke hash and get mellow.

Brakes, I did just last summer, but with the nasty winters,

they said I should've bought the extra long life battery re-charger.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

But if anybody asks I'm Nathalie, Shane is Shawn,

All right, what now?

He used to send you notes from the loony bin.

- Maybe it only works on positive energy. - Fuck you.

One cup of coffee?

Also not a bad place to score a fake passport.

No. One big sell. And it's done.

Her math teacher.

Except that telescope. Don't touch that telescope.