[ Jesse huffs out a laugh, kicking in Pinkman's direction. ] Yeah, yeah, I already got an open invite somewhere else, macho man. You can open my boxes with none of the benefits. [ And he winks, like a tool. He can't help it. But he does move to look through the other crate, wrinkling his nose. Nothing, really, just... ]

Aw, fuck yeah. [ Cigarettes? Yes! Took three boxes, but he found some. He waves them in Pinkman's direction. ] Ay, c'mere. Lemme give you half afore we get sniffers coming 'round to steal 'em.

[ And as he's splitting them, he thinks he can turn this into a distracting subject change. This he has to be careful with, though. ] Speakin' of, I heard you met Galen.