Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

then I want it to be a year from now, or ten years,
Why do you think anyone will pay for this?
Well, I'm thrilled that you were able to heal and move on, Dad, but I--
and that must have been going on for a long time before…
-Hmm. -Ah, sorry, I'm off the clock.
He called me a bitter old queen. Can you believe that?
And I gotta get back out there and find somebody that turns me on.
Are you kidding with the Monday morning quarterbacking?
It was on a postcard I bought in the Village in the tenth grade.
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Hey, how's it goin'? Nice to see you.
Don't you miss the way things used to be?
I thought I would never get over it.
-What are you doin'? -I'm not supposed to be here.
There is not one word in that sentence that doesn't terrify me.
-Some guys get dick pics. I get moles. -Oh!
Jesus, this day!
-Come here. -Okay.
It's, uh… it's for a famous German artist named Wilhelm Munsch.
And now, present and awake,
-We don't have to stay long.