: "It's great, but what am I supposed to do with all this?" George: "Sell it." Derek: "Jesus Christ, George, I don't see you in two years and you show up on my fucking door with 110 pounds of blow." George: "Just fucking sell it, Derek." Derek: "Alright, but it's going to take me a year." Mr. T: "I can't feel my face. I mean I can touch it. But I can't feel it inside." Derek: "36 hours, 36 hours, I don't believe we got rid of it in 36 hours." George: "I think it's fair to say you underestimated the market, Derek."
George tells his friends to sell the coke
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