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.