Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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