Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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