Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm hurt that you don't wanna smoke with me, Silas.
Right on.
-Should get to pick your own name. -At what age?
Well, Ignacio said he thought Nancy might be down here, but she's not.
-I'm good. -Me too.
Why do I have to do this?
Fucking shoes.
Christ, I need a car. My fucking feet are killing me.
-Look out. -Silas.
Means "Go fuck yourself in the ass."
He just kicked.
En garde.
"Shane: A feeling of guilt."
You don't have a prescription.
No one's gonna wanna buy weed in front of bacon.
You're cool? And you're guzzling coffee?
How much do you have left?
This guy's a fucking genius.
We ask ourselves, "What would George Hamilton do?"
Please don't have a moonshiner beard unless you plan on starting a cult...
What's up?
School doesn't teach nothing useful.
How much weight can that thing hold?
And to be like the G. Ham, I need the tan, man.
A note, Nance? Seriously?
You helped Shane rob his teacher?
It's just a name.
Come on, let's get faded.
Hope you're good.
Seems kind of sudden.
Oh, honey, I've been there.