I guess this is it then.

Goodbye, Hoover.

Your parking hang tag.

I mean, do you think I'm crazy for chasing this thing?

Don't ask me. I'm hardly in a position to judge.

I mean, you do realize I'm literally the only person in this entire grocery store who's actually buying stuff for myself.

I don't know. Maybe these people are right.

Maybe I just drop this one, move on, and become some pathetic fucking TaskRabbit, you know?

He poisoned Brock, and you-- you helped him!

Okay, Jesse. Calm down. Say it again!