Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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