What’s happening here, Bobby?
“What’s, uh, happening here is that I still got it.”
Who said you didn’t?
“I can still pull, man.”
Good for you.
“And, uh, I don’t know if you noticed the particular brand of legging she’s wearing, but they’re sending a signal.”
What’s that?
“Everything’s in play.”
Is that what those mean?
“Oh, yeah.”
Bobby?
“Yuh-huh?”
Aren’t you married?
“Nobody’s married on the tour bus.”
Oh.
“One of the oldest rules there is.”
Sure.
Is that can o’ dip?
They have to be fancy cough drops. Or edibles. I got edibles once that came in that kind of tin. If Bobby were still partaking of tobacco products, he would totally vape.
I totally endorse your interpretation of this photo — makes me feel good! Did you notice the size off the monitor behind them? Some bus!
I’m totally off on a tangent now, imagining Bobby’s edibles. The man was picky enough about his sauce to start his own line of products. Never been to a Mill Valley dispensary, but I imagine the concept of “Garcia-quality stash” might have been successfully handed down to the present.
Wherein Bob Weir talks about dreadlocks, among other things: https://youtu.be/-_lgE7Dqbf8
And, in the film, Bob specifically says weed is not his substance of choice: “I’m a cheap date with that stuff; I take a hit and it’s bedtime for this boy.”