Whoops. He's definitely not doing a good job keeping this dude mellow. Not to mention, he doesn't want to talk about this either. Stan takes another big hit and holds it, stalling for time, trying to think of some sort of response that can make the last 30 seconds of conversation disappear.

"Nothing. Here, fire drill."

He passes the joint to Saul again, either to have or just to hold, and jumps up. Ow. Sore knee, right. After rolling his eyes at himself and giving it a quick rub to take the sting away, he disappears around the corner for a little privacy.