I got all my shit laid out in $60 bags. They don't want $60 worth. They want $10 worth. Breaking it up is a major fuckin' pain in the ass. I don't even know what $10 worth looks like.

10 seconds sound clip from the Reservoir Dogs (1992) movie soundboard.

You can hear this line at 01:09:46.707 in the Blu-ray version of the movie.

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- But it got to be... Got to be, got to be... Got to be... every time I bought some weed, I was buying for four or five different fuckin' people.

- Finally I said, Fuck this shit! I'm making this bitch rich. She didn't have to do jack shit. She never even had to meet these people. I was doing all the work.

- But then that got to be a pain in the ass. People calling me on the phone all the fuckin' time. I couldn't even rent a fuckin' tape without six fuckin' phone calls interrupting me.

- Hey, when's the next time you're getting some? Motherfucker! I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys, you know. When I get some, I'll let you know.

- Then these rinky-dink potheads come by. They're my friends and everything, but still, you know?

- I got all my shit laid out in $60 bags. They don't want $60 worth. They want $10 worth. Breaking it up is a major fuckin' pain in the ass. I don't even know what $10 worth looks like.

- This is a very weird situation.

- I don't know if you remember back in '86, there was a major fuckin' drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin, smoking the wood in their pipes for months.

- This chick had a bunch, and she's begging me to sell it.

- So I told her, I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot Man any more, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends.

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