Pillboi: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out.
Jason: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my one phone call to prank the police department. Man, a year ago, I almost died, and I'm exactly the same as I was before. A failure.
Pillboi: You're not a failure. You're a dreamer. Look, I like my job at the old folk's home. Those old biddies are sweet, and sometimes they give me what they think are candy but are really loose Vicodin. But when I'm with you, I feel like the sky's the limit. I feel like someday, I'll be able to buy my own Vicodin. And it'll never turn out to actually be laxatives.
Jason: Thanks, dog, but if my life ended today, what would my legacy be? Sure, I did a wheelie on a dirt bike through an entire Waffle House, and I was once interviewed on the news for finding a foot on the beach. But yo, other than that, I have no truly great accomplishments.
Pillboi: Bro. I'm only saying this because I love you. Do you want a Vicodin right now?