Mimicking the rabbit out of the hat trick, Frank pulls a giant-size baggie filled with grass from an old earthenware jar...
FRANK
Ta-Da!!
Laughing, Greg waves him off, but Frank insists.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Come on... It'll burn the lint outta your navel. Won't take a second.
Using an old newspaper, Frank begins to roll a Rastafarian-sized joint as Greg watches in horror.
TED
(whispering to Greg)
We've got a little problem, here.
GREG
You telling me. One toot of that and it's bye. bye, chromosomes.
TED
No, it's the release.
GREG
No, it's not; it's a newspaper.
TED
I forgot to get him to sign the release.
GREG
That's just great. Ten cans of film and twenty cans of beer later this is what I deserve.
(beat)
Where is it?
Ted pulls out the release form from his inside coat pocket.
GREG'S FATHER
Well, what are you waiting for...?
Greg watches as Ted tries to get Frank to sign the form. Frank has difficulty reading it -- poor vision further clouded by the dozens of joints and bottles of brew. Frank motions to the barmaid.
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