Get off of my yard!
Could y’all stay off my grass, please?
This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.
I been smoking since I was born, man, I can smoke anything, man. You know like I smoke that Michoacán, and Acapulco Gold, man. I even smoke that tied stick, you know?
Your love of the halflings’ leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Yes. I remember. Just a young boy… under the influence of the drug (reefer)… he killed his entire family with an axe.
I never could do that.
If I was the killer, I’d kill you next. I said if. If.
Remember when I said I would kill you last? I lied.
I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight.
-“BB”-
Yes I know, out of the door, one cross each, line on the left.
Please dear, your Auntie Mame’s hung.
O Dad, poor Dad, Mama’s hung you in the closet and I’m feeling so bad
You shouldn’t hang me on a hook. My father hung me on a hook once. Once.
When you hang a man, you better look at him.
Look at me boy! Take a good look! Cause I’m the last living thing you’re ever gonna see!
Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing.
Who you gonna believe – me, or your own eyes?
Marion, don’t look at it. Shut your eyes, Marion. Don’t look at it, no matter what happens!
Don’t you ****** look at me!!!