[It's tempting to slap his ass when he gets up, but Dale initially refrains in favor of watching and appreciating his ass instead as he leans over to mess with the TV. That joint is gratefully taken, and he enjoys a hit as his eyes slowly drift over from watching the TV to looking at Rigo.]

You think they'd let us in?

[He sounds doubtful but is high enough to be hopeful and optimistic.]

Maybe with Chrissy they'd let us.

[The joint is passed back and he laughs, head flopping back to rest against the couch.]

Fuuuuuuck, why do I keep mentioning my brother's pain the ass of a girlfriend?

[It's hilarious.

He rubs a hand down his face and grabs the beer to finish off the rest of the bottle. It's tossed across the floor and he grins as he hears it roll.]