Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just, please...
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Allow me.
You're not lying.
Miles driven.
So...
He knows.
still searching every cloud for faces,
David and Lenny?
It was wearing clothes.
but then, when you look on their clock, it's all fives.
Not on their math but their poetry.
and he's got a rubber revolver,
still searching every cloud for faces,
You killed me.
Wrong.
My Gran-gran.
Did you ever date men?
You woke up?
It's okay.
Come on.
So strong is our belief that a pattern must exist
No!
Sure, but...
I'd live the living shit out of it.
I... I was a...
when we encounter coincidence,
our survival depended on being able
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Why send you here?
Like a puppet, so...