Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story2007

Sam:
[after Dewey accidentally barges in a room filled with smoke and groupies] Get outta here, Dewey!

Dewey Cox:
What are y'all doin' in here?

Sam:
We're smoking reefer and you don't want no part of this sh*t.

Dewey Cox:
You're smoking *reefers*?

Sam:
Yeah, 'course we are; can't you smell it?

Dewey Cox:
[somberly] No, Sam. I can't.

Girl Groupie:
Come on, Dewey! Join the party! [takes a hit off a joint]

Sam:
No, Dewey, you don't want this. Get outta here!

Dewey Cox:
You know what, I don't want no hangover. I can't get no hangover.

Sam:
It doesn't give you a hangover!

Dewey Cox:
Wha-I get addicted to it or something?

Sam:
It's not habit-forming!

Dewey Cox:
Oh, okay... well, I don't know... I don't want to overdose on it.

Sam:
You can't OD on it!

Dewey Cox:
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?

Sam:
It makes sex even better!

Dewey Cox:
Sounds kind of expensive.

Sam:
It's the cheapest drug there is.

Dewey Cox:
[at a loss and out of excuses] Hmm.

Sam:
You don't want it!

Dewey Cox:
I think I kinda want it.

Sam:
Okay, but just this once. Come on in.