MR. WIGGLES: You know what I like better than pot brownies? Rohypnol brownies. Because then I gain weight and have no idea why.

NEIL: I can't imagine ever eating those.

MR. WIGGLES: What do you mean? Those are only like your favorite food.

NEIL: But I've never even had—Oh no, you haven't been . . . ?

MR. WIGGLES: What can I say? You're just so much easier to get along with when you're semi-conscious and stoned.

NEIL: I guess that explains why I woke up in an alley last week covered in blood, holding a bag with a human ear and $20,000 in it.

MR. WIGGLES: Um, I haven't given you a brownie in over a month.

NEIL: What have I done?

MR. WIGGLES: I think you've got your own demons, dude.