Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Fuck! -[knife clangs]

Great. What am I doing?

[Alma] Okay, okay.

My mother used to hum it.

you looked at a scan of my brain.

But you were really happy to see me.

What? Cut myself?

You don't know how scary that was for me.

-That's your advice? -Yeah.

-Yeah, I just need you to go. -Wait.

So, okay, I got to thinking maybe mystics and priestesses

-- compromised. I never -- celebrate Christmas.

Yeah! Come on, let's go.

Uh... [chuckles]

like my mother, they have large ventricles.

You're the only person who gets me, living or dead.

And that makes me resent you,

-and having sex with me? -Yeah, to help you.

Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying.

I need to think about how I ended up here and how I ever trusted you.

[soft music playing]

Do I have large brain pockets?

Every time they get even a little bit stale,

[EKG monitor beeping]

[Jacob] Well, I found that it's very hard

and he's training me to travel in time

[strumming concha]