Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and then we'll bite down on it a bunch of times like this.
I'll hide in the closet and feed you cool lines, like in that sitcom.
No. And I never will, so just forget about it.
I'm starting to understand why you suddenly have to leave all the time.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
You know what, Shane?
- Come on! - Let's help him.
Oh, my God! That paramedic just shot Shane!
- His pulse-ox is dropping. - We're losing him!
- What? - You're imaginary!
How'd you get in here so quietly?
I am begging you.
Copy that, dispatch. On our way.
Please tell him he's my best friend. That is all.
I don't need you anymore.