All right, all right, good news. I just found $3 in my pocket.
Oh, and a peanut M&M, so we don't have to spend money on dinner.
Caroline, why are you putting it off? You know what you have to do.
Go over to the couch and put your hands in that crack.
It's every poor girl's rite of passage.
What? I think something just licked me.
I'll just check our purses. Here's yours.
Uh, no, no, no. I already checked that. There's nothing in mine...
Except that baggie of pot that Keefer gave me as a Christmas present.
Max, this is not a Christmas present.
This is a giant, illegal, fat sack of weed.
Yeah, with a Rudolph sticker, which makes it a Christmas present.
See? His nose and his eyes are red.
I want this out of my sight. You gotta get rid of it.
Well, it's gonna take me at least 45 minutes to smoke all that.
Max, I'm serious, I'm not comfortable with that fat sack of weed.
Stop saying "fat sack of weed." You're like someone's dad overusing the word "awesome."
I'll just put it up here, next to the half a Vicodin I was saving for new year's.
Oh, no! The pot! The pot is in the pot! It's in the butter I was using to make cupcakes.
Maybe this is the universe's way of telling you to stop doing drugs.
Or is it telling us to sell them?
Max, we are not that desperate.
We're not making pot cupcakes. I'd rather just see what the holidays bring.
Well, this isn't Bethlehem, it's Brooklyn.
There's no frankincense and myrrh, there's only frankenberry and "Myrrh-ajuana."