Why does Spiderman sound like he's doing a bad imitation of Professor Frink (the real one) on this Visa Check Card commercial? And apparently Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is playing Elvis. I guess that could work out.

Luke and Friedman are walking through the halls. Friedman is wearing…the dog's breakfast? That is, if the dog ate a Thomas Kinkade painting and then threw it up. I guess it's the very sweater (worn over a peach turtleneck) that Friedman-gone-"psychedelic" would wear, so kudos, Wardrobe Department. Friedman: "Dude, it's not heroin!" Realizing his voice was a little loud, he repeats it more quietly. "It's not heroin. It's just a little recreational ganja. I've only done it a few times." Luke: "Dude, you had to call Child Protective Services for a Sims baby. I mean, if you can't handle virtual reality --" Friedman: "I'm a scientist, not a father, okay? I'm expanding my neural frontier, exploring inner space. Where is your spirit of discovery, Doctor?" Luke spouts a bunch of stuff about the chemical properties of tetrahydrocannabinol, which may or may not be correct. I'd have to be a lot farther ahead on this recap than I currently am to spend any time looking that up, so you're on your own. Friedman's response: "Yeah. Somebody's been doing some reading. Intrigued, are we?" Luke leans on Friedman's locker: "It slows down your brain. Why would you want that?" Friedman claims, "Because it releases that sweet nectar dopamine, which heightens perception of music…food…sex…which, when I start having it, will be re-mark-a-ble!" He sings the last words. Luke: "If you like getting stoned, that's fine. But experimenting with drugs is not a genuine scientific pursuit." Tell it to Timothy Leary. Friedman: "Oh? So there's a limit on self-discovery?" He walks down the hall, lecturing Luke: "Deviation from the norm is precisely what generates our most extraordinary advances in science. Plus: you laugh your ass off, dude."