Brad: Look, I told you guys I was just holding it for somebody else.
Tim: What do you think, we're just a bunch of idiots? You want us to believe you're all of a sudden in the marijuana-storage business?
Jill: Is this your dope, or not?
Tim: The truth.
Brad: All right, all right. It's mine. I came to pick it up after the basketball game and I was going to take it to a party.
Tim: Well, now you're a supplier.
Brad: No, Dad. A lot of kids bring stuff.
Tim: What is it? A "pot luck"?