Mr. Cheezle: "You know, I had a dream last night. I was a snake slithering through the grass until I came upon a dead elk. And I climbed... into his soul. And it's there I stayed until morning. Which meant that I will... underestimate someone very close to me."
Dante: "Wow! Where do you get your weed?"
Mr. Cheezle: "From you, Dante."
Dante: "Oh, yeah! What's up, Mr. Cheezle?"