Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But if it wobbles and falls,
I don't know. I don't know. I mean,
when you start getting old.
-Mm-mm. -No, no, it's not. -Nobody does.
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All right, all right, wha-what if it's not thatmuch different?
Yeah, what about it?
-[grunts] -FRANK: Oh.
Well, it's... We're gonna kill ourselves together.
and I can't even remember my own life correctly.
Aw, I had her for a minute, but no.
-No, I... -Did you fuck her?
-directly into that wall. -Mm-hmm.
His diaper smells like a homeless man
-You were soaking. -DEE: Slimy.
We've decided that isn't funny anymore, as a society.
you burned a Mexican's house down?
when I-I told Mac I was gonna cut the song.
So let's just... we just... so now we just got to make sure
Philadelphia, so do."
OBLITERATED
No, hold on a second. You can't just leave.
Is that right? Yeah, when we were in high school?
Mac, um, are you my roommate?
-Yeah, thank you, Dee. -Pretty sure I turned the lights off.
Okay, good, well... Wait.
I'll do it myself. Get out!
Yes, we are, man. We're in your head.
-Early '90s. -Early '90s?
Ah, bullshit, Frank. We're in your head.
They didn't turn out the way that I had envisioned.
It's just how we remember it, Dee. I mean...
I'll read the words you wrote.
Okay? Distorting facts, like, basically changes history.
Palling around, getting nuts
-What the hell was that? -Huh?
Well, then you must have described it to me perfectly,
-No. -Hmm. What are you guys looking at?
Brakes. No. Guys, why aren't the brakes working?
What’s happening?
Look, it doesn't matter, man. You got to get lost, all right?