Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sighs]
[Alan] Maxine.
Fine.
My perfect baby boy.
Wait.
[man whimpers]
Sure, but don't make it weird.
I'm trying. I am.
No, Nadia, you cannot un-cook that baby.
[Nadia sucks teeth, sighs]
[muffled baby cries]
Nadia, this is crazy.
-Now, we can. -No, you cannot.
Oh no. No, no.
Closed loop.
[sucks teeth]
And there's my birthday girl.
♪ Come on, you painter You piper, you prisoner, and shine ♪
[door closes]
-It's April. It's April 30th. -[Nadia] No.
What? No, Haircut, I live down here with my wife. Fuck you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being this way.
What do you mean I don't get there?
This way.
There you go.
-Follow the blue lights. -Okay.
Trust me, I've lived all sides of it.
All this shit, for nothing.
Which is Sheol, where all dead go.
Come on, kid.