[The old man licks his lips. He has the joint between two fingers making the air around them heavier.]

You didn't. You're fucking amazing, baby. I'm not gonna let nothing happen. Sure he's crazy, you know it. I do too. He'll be so fucking sorry. We got him. Not the other way around. There's two of us and one of him.

[All these words come out with not too much thought to them outside of Larry wanting so very bad for all of them to be true. Saying the words alone means he has to commit to them. High or not. Pat, pat, patting on his knee.]

You wanna go sit in my chair, huh? Take the bottle with you.

[Because he's gonna take the blunt.]