[Johnny is glad Jesse isn't one of those people who insists on holding a handshake longer than intended, making it awkward for all parties involved. This being the case, though, he's forced to focus on Jesse's face, and he briefly wonders what the hell kind of trouble a pharmacist can get into to look as rough as he does. It's not his business, and so he doesn't ask, but the question still lingers.]

Oh my god, you have no idea.

[He'll never turn down a chance to complain.]

He grilled me about havin' weed, even though I don't do--...you know, I don't smoke. He found some...I don't know, herbs? Actual herbs with my stuff, and thought it was somethin' illegal, and I had to spend twenty minutes of my day arguin' that it wasn't, and I don't remember ever havin' 'em, anyways. Total bullshit.