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“Sam.”
“Dean.”
“Why'd you buy dime bags of weed?”
“They're not... These are way too big to be dime bags, Dean.”
“Hey, didn’t know you were an expert, Professor.”
“Shut up. I guess… I can see how they’d look like... But they're not! Can't you read?”
“I think it's pretty obvious that I can't.”
“This is why you're obnoxious and disliked. Now go away. I’m reading up on kitchen renovation.”
“Well, well, well—Ben Franklin. At least I don't buy dime bags on Saturday mornings from little old ladies at the block market.”
“Yesenia sells tea!”
“So that's the lie she feeds you, huh? Sammy—you're easy bait.”
“I made a cup just now. You, of all people, would know what dank weed smells like. This ain't it. Let me enjoy my green tea refresh blend in peace.”
“I resent the implication that I'm a stoner. I’m hungry. You’re in my way. Ow! That hurt! I need representation—I need a lawyer. Anyone here a lawyer?”
“Why are you yelling in our kitchen? In your old man robe?”
“Didn't you see? I was groped! Hard! This kitchen is full of some shady ass characters. So, now I need a lawyer. Is anyone here a lawyer?”
“I'm not, but the napkin holder might be.”
“Sam.”
“What.”
“Which one is the best cup of dank weed?”
“Your head's on my shoulder.”
“Yup. Deal with it. Now answer me.”
“The Chai one.”
“Oh, the Chai one, he says.”
“With a spot of milk.”
“Hmm. A spot?”
“Quit it. I don't hover over you in the garage asking you about every little—you know what, I'm not gonna finish that sentence.”
“Ha! I'd fucking love it if you hovered over me in the garage. And if you asked me where I could put my wrench.”
“You've ruined it. Never gonna happen.”
“What about a splash?”
“That's less than a spot.”
“Ah. How about a bit?”
“Even less than a splash.”
“Twist of lemon?”
“Lemon doesn't go with Chai.”
“No?”
“Your mouth is awfully close to mine. It's like you want something, but what?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“I’m not interested in ideas.”
“You’re not, huh?”
“No. I’m interested in action.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Bring it in for a kiss.”
“Mmm. That's a spot I understand.”
“That was a smush.”
“The smush tasted good. Was that the dank Chai?”
“Yes, it was the dank Chai.”
“Hmm. Does that have caffeine?”
“Yeah, but you can have a cup. I'll make it weak.”
“You make me weak, Sammy. Right in my arthritic knees.”