Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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