This is a very weird situation. 'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was...

Mr. Orange:
This is a very weird situation. 'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was a major fucking drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin... -smoking the wood in their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch. And she's begging me to sell it. So I told her I wasn't going to be Joe the potman anymore, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, said we'd keep the same arrangement as before; 10%, free pot for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling, she didn't want to go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in county unexpectedly.
Mr. White:
What for?
Mr. Orange:
His traffic tickets. Got a warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station...
Nice Guy Eddie:
Wait a minute. You go to the train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
Mr. Orange:
The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the mens' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles county sheriffs and a German shepherd.
Nice Guy Eddie:
They're waiting for you?
Mr. Orange:
No, they're just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
Mr. White:
[laughs]
That's hard, man. That's a fucking hard situation.
Mr. Orange:
German shepherd starts barking. He's barking at me. I mean, it's obvious. He's barking at me. Every nerve-ending, all my senses, blood in my veins, everything I have is screaming, "Take off, man! Just bail, just get the fuck out of there!" Panic hits me like a bucket of water. First there's the shock of it... -BAM!... -right in the face. I'm standing there drenched in panic. All these sheriffs looking at me, and they know, man. They can smell it. Sure as that fucking dog can, they can smell it on me.

I don't even know what $10 worth looks like. This is a very weird situation. I don't know if you remember back in '86, there was a major fuckin' drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin, smoking the wood in their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch, and she's begging me to sell it. So I told her, I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot Man any more, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed that we'd keep the same arrangement as before, ten percent, free pot for me as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling, she didn't wanna go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her but he's in County unexpectedly. - What for? - His traffic ticket's got a warrant. They stop him for something, found warrants on him, took him to County. Now, she doesn't wanna walk around alone with all that weed. I don't wanna do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. She keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me. Finally, I said okay cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now we're picking the guy up at the train station... Wait a minute. You go to the station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you? The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we get to the train station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed around in one of those little carry-on bags, I gotta take a piss. I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the men's room and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles County sheriffs and a German shepherd. They're waiting for you? No, it's just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room talking. When I walk through the door they all stop what they were talking about and they looked at me. That's hard, man. That's a fuckin' hard situation. The German shepherd starts barking. He's barking at me. I mean, it's obvious he's barking at me. Every nerve ending, all my senses, blood in my veins, everything I have is screaming, "Take off, man. Just bail. Just get the fuck out of there!" Panic hits me like a bucket of water. First there's the shock of it. Bam, right in the face. I'm just standing there, drenched in panic, and all these sheriffs are looking at me, and they know, man. They can smell it, sure as that fuckin' dog can. They can smell it on me. Shut up! Hey, so, so, anyway... I got my gun drawn, right, and I got it pointed right at this guy and I tell him, "Freeze! Don't fuckin' move!" And this little idiot's looking right at me, nodding his head yea, and he's saying, "I know, I know, I know." But meanwhile, his right hand is creeping towards the glove box. And I scream at him. I go, "Asshole, I'm gonna fuckin' blow you away right now!" "Put your hands on the dash!" And he's still looking at me, nodding his head, you know, "I know, buddy. I know. I know." And meanwhile, you know, his hand is still going for the glove box. And I said, "Buddy, I'm gonna shoot you in the face", "if you don't put your hands on the fuckin' dash!" And then this guy's girlfriend, this real sexy Oriental bitch, you know, she starts screaming at him, "Chuck! Chuck! What are you doing?" "Listen to the officer! Put your hands on the dash!" So, you know, then like nothing, the guy snaps out of it and casually puts his hands on the dash. - What was he going for? - His fuckin' registration. You're kidding! No, man! Stupid fucking citizen doesn't know how close he came to getting blown away. That close, man. Bonehead running around the neighbourhood. Police brutality. You knew how to handle that situation. You shit your pants and dive in and swim. Tell me more about Cabot. I don't know. He's... He's a cool guy. I don't know. He's funny. He's a funny guy. You remember the Fantastic Four? Oh, yeah, with that invisible bitch and "Flame On" and shit. The Thing. Motherfucker looks just like the Thing. - Yeah? - Hey... show time. Grab your jacket. I'm parked outside. I'll be right down. He'll be right down. ♪ My sunshine ♪ ♪ The part he always liked the best ♪ ♪ When she'd tease him with a kiss♪ ♪ And she said you make me happy ♪ ♪ You fool for love♪ ♪ What he wouldn't do for love ♪ ♪ He's a fool, a fool for love ♪ ♪ Born a fool You got to follow the rule ♪ ♪ Always a foo... ♪ Don't pussy out on me now. They don't know. They don't know shit. You're not gonna get hurt. You're fuckin' Baretta. They believe every fuckin' word cause you're super cool. There goes our boy. I swear, the guy has to have rocks in his head the size of Gibraltar to work undercover. - You want one of these? - Yeah, gimme the bear claw. ♪ Ouga chaka! Ouga, ouga! Ouga chaka! Ouga, ouga! Ouga chaka! ♪ ♪ Ouga, ouga, ouga chaka! Ouga, ouga, ouga ♪ - ♪ I can't stop this feelin' ♪ - ♪ Ouga chaka! Ouga, ouga... ♪ Hey, I know what I'm talking about, okay? Black women ain't the same as white women. There's a slight difference. Very funny. You know what I mean. What a white bitch will put up with, a black bitch wouldn't put up with for a minute, man. They got a line and if you cross it, they fuck you up.