Marley: Want a hit?
[Marley extends a large marijuana joint to Dylan.]
Dylan: Yeah, I think I probably smoke marijuana. I was big in the ’60s and everything. And I played with the Dead sometimes.
Marley: That’s the Grateful Dead.
Marley: I probably never played with the Grateful Dead, but we both appeal to stoned college students, who listen to us a lot in college and hang posters of us, and then never really listen to us again.
Dylan: Sorry to hear that. After stoned kids listen to me in college, they continue to listen to me for the rest of their lives.
Marley: They wear Birkenstocks while listening to me.
Dylan: That’s too bad.
Marley: Both of our sons are also musicians, but they don’t even have a glimmer of the talent and following we had.
Dylan: It seems like you have 25 kids who all play music?
Marley: Yeah, that sounds about right. The only one people know is Ziggy.
Dylan: I am Jewish.
Marley: I am a Rastafarian.
Dylan: I heard one of your songs the other day on TV. It was in a tourism commercial for Jamaica.
Marley: Yes, this is the only place people can hear my music now.
Dylan: Well it’s your own fault for writing the line, “Come to Jamaica and feel alright.”
Marley: Fuck you.