(Jim and Steve talk at a bar)
Steve: I think I left my gun at the cock fight, or maybe the playground. No... That was my pants.
(Walt takes a turn at Steve's intervention.)
Walt: I've always told you that when life gives you lemons you try to make lemonade out of it, but (studders and drags the I) I know lately life's been giving you lots of lemons and you just end up making shit. So... stop making shit.
(Jim buys a small baggie of coke)
Sin Nombre: Are you sure that's going to be enough? Big party man.
Jim: That's not a party. That's an intervention.
Sin Nombre: I'm not comfortable with that.
Jim: It's not my intervention, okay?
Sin Nombre: Really?
(Rodney notices Gene's gun)
Rodney: Cool gun. Can I buy one?
Gene: (Pulls the gun out and holds it in front of Rodney.) You have to take a test and then wait ten days.
Rodney: How hard is the test?
Gene: If you can shower yourself you can pass it.
Rodney: (disappointed) Damn!
(Rodney walks through the intervention completely unaware of what's going on.)
Rodney: That girls snatch tastes like cigarettes.