Blow2001

George:
So, what'd I tell ya, Derek?

Derek:
It's great, but what am I supposed to do with it?

George:
Sell it.

Derek:
Jesus Christ, George, I don't see you for two years and you show up on my doorstep with 110 pounds of blow.

George:
Just f***ing sell it, Derek.

Derek:
Okay, but it's going to take me a year.

Derek:
36 hours, 36 hours, I can't believe we got rid of it in 36 hours.

George:
I think it's fair to say you underestimated the market, Derek.

Derek:
Right on. It's going to take us longer to count it than it did to sell it.