Cheech:
Hey, it's about time, man. [seeing a jar with a yellowish fluid inside] Hey, what do you got? Hey, give me some.
Chong:
What?
Cheech:
Give a drink, man. Come on, man, you drink it.
Chong:
What, this?
Cheech:
Yeah.
Chong:
Oh, go ahead, man. Help yourself. [hands him the jar]
Cheech:
Wait a minute... [sniffs the inside] Hey, man, that's pee!
Chong:
No kidding.
Cheech:
What are you doing with pee?
Chong:
That's for my probation officer, man.
Cheech:
What, does he drink pee?
Chong:
No, man. Last week, I was supposed to bring some in, you know.
Cheech:
Yeah?
Chong:
But I forgot to wash out the jar first, so he sees that mayonnaise floatin' around, and he'll think I'm on some kind of weird drug again, and I'm really gonna fuck with his mind this time, man.
Cheech:
Yeah, what did you do?
Chong:
Have my SISTER pee in it.
Cheech:
[laughs it out] Your sister?
Chong:
Yeah, she's pregnant!
[Both laugh]
Cheech:
Hey, did she get the weed?
Chong:
No, she's out of it, man. We're just waiting on some from Columbia.
