Haley : That was the thing about Taylor's brownies. The more I eat, the hungrier I get.
Quinn : Yeah, there's a reason for that.
Brooke : It's girls' night, right -- all about spilling secrets?
Haley : Oh, no. what'd you guys do?
Quinn : Okay, Taylor's recipe calls for an eighth of granddaddy purple.
Haley : What is that, some kind of breakfast cereal?
Quinn : Not exactly.
Haley : pot?! I have to go throw up.
Brooke : no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Quinn : Oh, relax, Haley-Bob. You're about to, anyway.
Haley : I do not believe, all those years, you and Taylor were getting me high.
Brooke : Yeah, who knew tutor girl was actually stoner girl?
Quinn : we never gave you the full-strength recipe until now.
Haley : I can't do this. I have a child!
Brooke : Who is away for the weekend. You have had a rough couple of months. It is perfectly acceptable to mellow out a little.
Haley : I'm so getting you back for this.
Quinn : Oh, come tomorrow, you'll be thanking me.
Haley : Well, maybe I've built up an immunity to these brownies. I mean, I've had two already, and I don't feel anything."