Hello, darling. You're just in time for my big Hollywood entrance.

Hold up, Greta Garbage.

I just want to tell Earl about the pot sitch out here.

He'll think it's high-larious.

You never want to watch me walk.

What up, Earl? It's your girl, Max, calling from Holly-weed, Cali-juana.

Hey, Max, it's not the same without you here.

A lot less customers crying.

Listen to this!

They just give you pot cards out here.