Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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