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Now, these are the results of our tests.
- You're makin' a big deal. - It says, uh...
You didn't take care of me when I was a kid.
There's nothin' wrong with you. I'm not gonna bother with you no more.
You're lookin' at a dead man, and I'm lookin' at an orphan.
Don't trip the rug up.
Because I thought your bed might be contaminated.
I got TB.
- It might as well say that. - Would you read the letter?
Let me see, that's...
- You can't go back to bed. - Why?
That's just what they tell you to try to break it to you easy.
- Hey, Pop. - Lamont, you bring cigarettes?
No, it's a mobile unit for taking chest X-rays and breathing tests.
Ten. Let me see.
- Good. Age? - Twenty-nine.
that your recent chest X-ray is completely clear...
Now, may I have your name, please?
This includes my saving account and the Central Avenue Bank Christmas club...
The letter says the test was unsatisfactory due to a technical fault.
You want me to go sleep in the yard in the back of the truck?
- Wait a minute! Wait a minute! - These will show on the X-ray machine.
"Your recent chest X-ray was unsatisfactory...
You scared. That's what it is.
I don't know how I'm gonna do it.
When does it say you gotta go to the hospital?
and I want you to put on some clean underwear.
Bring any what?
You know what a breathmobile is?
He's just joking. Aren't you?