Jackson: Smell me. What do I smell like?
Sookie: You smell like Jackson and something else. What is that? It's not zucchini. It's not sprouts.
Jackson: It's marijuana.
Sookie: Yes! Oh, my God, Jackson, why do you smell like marijuana?
Jackson: You know that back half-acre that I haven't planted for a few years, up on the slope, out of sight, out of mind? Well, I went back there this morning, and it's a giant field of pot! Every square inch. Hundreds of plantings. It looks like Harrison Ford's backyard.