OK, my cousin Mary’s in there, sweet sticky bud fresh off the plantation. Here, pull up here, let me do the talking. Man, I shoulda known. Hey – excuse me, Jose, yo soy El Grando Smokio, and I want that grass. Comprende? Eh, fuck you cabr?n What? Now that ain’t nice. Coughio up el weedo, before I blow your brains out all over the patio. Chinga a tu madre, pendejo. Man, let me get the heater on this… Get him, Smoke. Yeah, yeah, you go get that shit, nigga… Damn! Yeah, motherfucker, Big Smoke! Remember that name!