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A small-town drug dealer avoids grieving the death of his mom by searching for a lost bag of his favorite potato chips.
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00:00Party can finally start, all right?
00:01Dude, speaking of parties, you got some party favors for me?
00:04Oh, no, I'm always packing for you.
00:05I'm trying to get more of that slurry cane.
00:07Oh, that was a slurry cane?
00:09The slurply-urply?
00:09It's a brain freeze.
00:13What if you weren't looking for, like, a person, okay, per se?
00:17Like, the stakes were a lot lower.
00:19It was just, like, you were looking for, like, I don't know, like, a missing bag of chips, right?
00:23If you did eat them, I would understand because they're delicious.
00:26You would.
00:27No, I didn't eat your fucking chips.
00:28They're called American Flakes.
00:29I would lay everything down for a bag of them.
00:32I don't really want to talk about the chip thing right now.
00:35Chip gate, you know, whatever you got going.
00:38Very tough month.
00:40Doing all right?
00:41Nothing to do, but just keep on moving, right?
00:44You've reached Catherine Bustamante. I can't come to the phone right now.
00:46In her will, your mother stated that her estate should go to her only child.
00:51I'm fucking grieving here!
00:53When do I get a break?
00:55You're clearly not fun.
00:56My fucking American Flakes, dude!
00:58It sounds to me like you may be filling up the wrong bucket.
01:02Do you know what I mean?
01:09Mom?
01:10Honey, you're sweating.
01:10Honey, you're sweating.
01:12I'm happy to be playing on it.
01:12More as friend of mine.
01:12Yes!
01:12Oh wait.
01:15trong debt!
01:15fields from photo property!
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