Clearing Waters

Kurt Huxley:
All I'm sayin is that if we did more stuff, more stuff would get done.

Kurt Huxley:
And let's be honest, being a poetry major probably opens up just about as many doors in the corporate world as it does open your butthole in federal prison... for drugs.

Dad:
Look son, it's very very simple. All you have to do is stop smoking the reefer. And if you don't, bad... really bad things are going to happen to you!

Dad:
Kurt, I remember when you were first born. It was precious. Like a little amniotic sack of sunshine. I also remember when my 10 years of sobriety ended. Well, Joan, you can't win em all.

Kurt Huxley:
You wrote the pilot to this sitcom? Et tu, Brute, et tu...

Mom:
You know, talking to you sometimes I feel like a beached whale, like I'm beckoning my youth to come splash water on me.

Riley:
How charmingly crude.

Riley:
Anal storage is a serious matter. Don't make us suspect anything.

Kurt Huxley:
Ah, unfortunately I've got one of those court ordered doohickies down there that calls in the swat team if I go outside the magic fence. I guess I could hack off my right foot with a butter knife, but that'd be pointless. My right foot loves weed.

Kurt Huxley:
Kronson the bronson and bronson some cronson bronson, means, crack a beer and burn some chronic bro. See, it's totally undetectable to the un-high mind.

Art:
Well trust me, this won't disappoint... even if it's none of the things you just mentioned...

Kurt Huxley:
Why don't you take off your... face.

Art:
Well, maybe people just enjoying doing random sh*t that they enjoy doing like... some people taking pictures of chicks peeing... or... I don't know, why do people collect stamps?

Amy:
Art, despite what delusions you may have, there is a big difference between perverse photography, hobbies, and drug addiction. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll be out of here!

Art:
This isn't about smoking pot, or stealing pot, or flushing pills down the toilet. This is about you. As a person.

Kate:
Everyone needs a place to escape to. Sh*t gets rough.