What was that Helena said about teenagers being more honest than adults?

Ugh.

Saul makes a face, scowling slightly and wrinkling his nose, like what Stanley just suggested is absolutely not correct at all. The look remains as he snatches the joint back.

"Saul. Goodman."

So this is his life now, huh? Sharing some weed with a kid he's sure can't be more than eighteen, if that. Outside. In the rain.

Sounds about right, he guesses.

"Here." He practically shoves the joint back into Stanley's hand. "Thanks. I'm good."