Mr. White? Are you smoking weed? Oh my God! Wait a minute, is that my weed? What the hell, man? Make yourself at home, why don't you?
So what did you end up buying?
Nothing. No store in town sells a plastic bin big enough for a body.
I don't suppose you could buy two bins... [makes a sawing motion] Legs in one, torso in the other?
God. I don't suppose you could kiss my ass?