Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, man, it's-- it's not you.

most survivors were a little bit paranoid about putting their money in banks,

and there was glass everywhere.

-Yes, thanks. Great. -Yeah.

What do you mean?

It's me. I'm your friend. You gave me a haircut.

You know, the price of gold fluctuates, but, uh...

Hey, 'cause the thing is it's so great every time.

I don't need to go to see a therapist. No offense to you, but I...

-Are your parents alive? -Yeah, you?

Hey, hey, could you not touch my stuff, please?

[keyboard keys clacking]

Where the fuck are we going?

It's a statement on narcissism and waste...

-Alan, it's okay. You know-- -No.

Anyway, after the war, you know,

Darling, that is not how I work.

I know she's not gonna remember any of that, but that was so great.

-Please don't roll your eyes at me. -No. No. No, no, no.

I told you that wouldn't work, and therapy is one of my biggest fears.

I find highly comforting.

Slipped in the shower. Uh, bathtub electrocution.

because I wanted them under my fucking bed?

and then just reliving the same day.

Look, has Nadia ever told you about her mother?

I was hit by a car.

I love you, but...

Look. I am sorry that I yelled at you for just trying to be a nice person, okay?

Hey, Alan. Guess what, man?

May-- No. No, I definitely don't.

Like, if you think about it, you can't do it anymore.

I'm a shadow, man.

I knew she was unhappy.

Then you're gonna marry me.

Hey. Hey, Horse.