(the doctor sits alone in his office with a water pipe. smoke fumes rise around him as he leans back and listens to music. motivated, he neatly labels all of the jars, canisters and containers in the lab) ASTRID: (entering and noticing Walter's altered state) Walter? WALTER: (humbly) I've decided that we need to get organized. ASTRID: (not fooled) You've been smoking marijuana. WALTER: I'd hardly classify what I've just smoked as marijuana. It's -- it's a hybrid. Of Chronic Supernova and Afghani Kush. I call it Brown Betty. ASTRID: (tolerant) Walter... I know how you're feeling. ASTRID: Walter.