(after finding Bill and Rose smoking pot)
Harold: I trust you're not driving home in your condition.
Bill: No, I can drive with cancer. (Bill and Rose laugh)
Rose: Really Harold, I took one hit.
Harold: Hit -- so now you know the lingo. I suppose next you'll be listening to Pink Floyd over dinner.
Harold: (to Rose who is still high) Is that all you have to say?
Rose: Would you like some pie? I'm starving.