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Well, I suppose so.
You look like a ghost.
BARTENDER: You've got shit on your face.
Fuck, that's gross.
You're deadly, Uncle.
I've regretted that ever since, but...
You know that bad luck medicine can turn back on you tenfold.
(grunts) Man, it's all weighted down.
Finally found it. Man, I buried that 15 years ago.
I just‐‐ and no disrespect to you,
BEAR: You didn't say anything. Are you okay?
Let's try that dispensary.
That's real family.
I still gotta sell my weed. That was the deal.
See you, Uncle.
and I still have no idea why we're gonna go look for him.
You know, I told you I live off the land.
Hook it up, then.
I know you didn't expect me to walk through the door today,
Ah, the heat was too hot in town.
And you got right back up. Yeah, you did.
Fuck. Good. All right.
Gross, gross, gross.
I don't like kids. Leave me alone.
That's how he gets stronger. You know?
‐(bug fluttering) ‐Wow.
I mean, yeah, he's tradish,