Told ya. The weed be lettin' ya know... evil lurks

[Pastor Clever drives up as Smokey rolls a joint] Craig Jones:
Put that out, man, here come the pastor. Smokey:
For what? Probably smoke bud too. Pastor Clever:
How ya doin', Brother Craig? How ya doin'? Craig Jones:
I'm all right. Pastor Clever:
Um, say, um, by chance is Sister Jones in? Craig Jones:
Nope. Neither is Brother Jones. They both at work. Smokey:
[under his breath]
Where yo' ass need to be, nigga. [he starts rolling again] Pastor Clever:
'Scuse me, brother. What we call drugs at 74th Street Baptist Church, we call a sinny-siiiiin-sin. Smokey:
[singing]
Well, 'round here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty-twen-twen... niggaaaaa! Pastor Clever:
Why don't ya just give me a little bit for my cataract. Smokey:
You didn't put in on this, man. Pastor Clever:
It's better to give than receive, my brother. Craig Jones:
[looking across the street at Mrs. Parker]
Look, look, look, she bendin' over! Pastor Clever:
Lord have mercy! The Lord is my shepherd, he know what I want. Excuse me, brother. [he walks away] Pastor Clever:
Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker! Can I talk to you for a minute, Mrs. Parker? Smokey:
[to Craig]
Told ya. The weed be lettin' ya know... evil lurks