Dunno. Do you want me to take that? [He points at the bag that he doesn't remember owning, but it sure has his fucking name on it so he assumes it's his.] Because if you do, it's going to take like ten years before we get to the trees. I literally don't even think I can lift that.

[Probably because he can't. He does pick up his messenger bag and sling it across his body, though. He has important stuff in there, like . . . weed. And nail polish.]