Adult Chris: [v.o.] Back at school, I had Jamaican Gold in my shoe and Italian Greg on my case.
Greg: Are you crazy bringing that here?
Chris: I couldn't leave it at home.
Greg: Well, you're gonna be leaving everything at home when you end up in jail. Why didn't you just throw it away?
Chris: Because he knows who I am, and knows where I work. Plus, he said that when he comes back, I better have it.
Greg: What difference does it make what he says? He's going to jail.
Chris: And when he gets out, this weed's gonna be right there at Doc's waiting for him. I don't care if it takes 20 years.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] It might be legal by then.
Greg: Well, you can't keep it in that sock. You smell like the ocean.
Chris: I have no where else to put it.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Some drug mules would beg to differ.