You're the Worst (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Spooky Sunday Funday - full transcript
Jimmy spearheads a Halloween-themed Sunday Funday.
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(indistinct conversations)
♪ ♪
Two, inside or out.
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday.... ♪
No! No!
No!
Absolutely not!
How dare you?
Ambushing me with
this nonsense again!
Do I look like I'm in the mood
for Sunday Funday?
Okay, bye.
Oh, no, wait!
Please.
Dorothy's
joining us later,
and it's just really important
she feel accepted.
It-it-it...
it would mean a lot
to Lindsay, too.
She's living
in Vernon's man cave.
Oh, goddamn it.
Fine.
Good job.
For a second I thought
you forgot this was a set-up.
We'll give Gretchen
a fun Halloween day.
She'll drink.
We'll do my list...
Yeah, uh, your list is weird.
That's the point.
I tailored the activities
for Gretchen's perverted
and morbid tastes.
You just need to pretend
you wrote the list.
There's no way
she'll be able to remain sad
after a day like this.
(chuckles)
A toast.
To the best day of the week.
On the best day
of the year!
Spooky Sunday Funday.
Ooh.
(chuckles)
(spooky accent):
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday ♪
♪ Can only do it one way ♪
♪ And that is the drunk way ♪
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday ♪
♪ Can only do it one way ♪
♪ And that is the drunk way! ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave you anyway ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave you
anyway ♪
♪ Gonna leave you anyway. ♪
Costumes?
God. Seriously?
Well, we have to wear costumes,
Gretchen.
It's, uh, on the list.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Paul?
(beeping)
Paul?
COMPUTER VOICE:
Hello.
Nine to sell you.
Oh, no, dang it.
Nice to send yogurt.
I'm still working out the kinks
on this thing.
Why are you in a wheelchair?
Did Amy do this to you?
I'm Stephen Hawking.
The famous cosmologist.
A crippled guy does makeup?
(laughs)
So, you ever
get the power turned back on?
No. Someone abandoned me,
so I had to move into Becca's.
Oh, Lindsay.
What?
Someday you're gonna
have to learn
not to quit
when things gets hard.
I'm not a quitter, Paul.
I'm not!
You'll see!
COMPUTER VOICE:
I won't hole my bread.
Dang it.
(Jimmy laughs)
Oh, my God.
Edgar, look what I've
managed to toss together.
Oh. Hey.
Hmm?
Heathstead from
Buckle Your Shoes!
Never heard of it.
It's about an assistant deacon
who sleeps
with the constable's daughter
and is forced to hide out
as a ladies' shoe salesman.
You've never heard of it?
(funny voice): These heels
are a bit small, love.
Shall I stretch
them out for ya?
No? Come on.
A doctor costume for ladies?
(scoffs) Fake.
Ugh, I can't find anything.
You've barely looked.
Oh, no.
He's right.
Paul said I give up
on things real easy.
I don't do that, right?
Interior design school,
cardio barre,
season two
of House of Cards.
You even quit
Ralph's Reward Club
'cause you couldn't handle
the commitment.
What, I'm going to carry
one of those shitty
little plastic cards
on my keychain like a poor?
(phone chirps)
Phone, how do I turn
on my power?
PHONE:
Sex Goddess Lindsay 69,
I found the phone number
for Los Angeles Department
of Water and Power.
Would you like me
to dial it for you?
This thing never works.
(clears throat)
Hmm?
No idea.
(sighs)
So, you found anything yet?
I'll just wear these wings.
You can do better than
"saddest girl at the rave."
What about that?
These are fine.
How much to rent that costume?
Uh, 400 a day plus
a thousand-dollar deposit.
Are you insane?
(sighs)
I'm kind of nervous.
You understand I'm not actually
inside your head.
I haven't had sex
(whispering):
in three years.
(giggles)
What?
Oh, my God!
Dorothy's meeting us later and,
well, we've gotten close...
Yeah? How close?
Over the bra.
So, not close at all, then.
Please don't tell anyone.
Oh, believe me,
I won't tell anyone
you still touch girls
over the bra.
That's too embarrassing.
(sighs)
♪ 20s, 50s, 100s,
hundred grand ♪
♪ 20s, 50s,
100s, hundred grand ♪
♪ 20s, 50s, 100s,
hundred grand ♪
♪ Pull up to the club,
walking slowly ♪
♪ Flash-forward, next saw
this model that know me ♪
♪ She was lookin' ♪
♪ And I was lookin' ♪
♪ And we was lookin' ♪
♪ Together we like 100 grand ♪
♪ All so mature,
all in the mix. ♪
TOUR GUIDE:
All right, folks.
On the third floor
is where, in 1954,
former silent film star
Poopsie Carmichael
was killed by Nick O. Donnik,
who went on a rampage,
killing seven
in the building
while they slept.
You might also recognize it
from the opening credits
of Better Off Ted!
So...
three years, huh?
Does Dorothy know?
No, not yet.
I should be honest
and tell her, huh?
Shit no.
(laughter)
Yeah,
I'm not getting on a plane
if the pilot just took
three years off flying.
Also, can you imagine
the first time?
It'd be like... (grunting)
(imitates explosions)
(laughter)
So, why did you put
a murder tour on your list?
Pssht!
I'm totally into murder.
I love it so much,
I became a soldier.
You can murder anyone you want.
TOUR GUIDE:
And for our final stop,
we'll visit the sight
of the murder
of one of hip-hop's
biggest stars.
Ooh!
Any guesses?
Christopher George
Latore Wallace.
Big Poppa.
Who shot you, Biggie?
This is fun, right?
Yeah.
BIGGIE IMPERSONATOR:
And then sometimes
during the service window,
the serviceman comes out,
checks the lines,
checks the meters,
lights the pilot light
if need be,
and then you're reconnected.
Sure, but then what happens?
What's the next thing
to go wrong
that I won't know how to fix?
Hey, mo' money, mo' problems.
That'll be five dollars.
Who shot you, Biggie?
Oh, my God!
T.
U.
P.
A...
(gasps)
I knew it.
EDGAR:
L.
L?
Tupal?
I don't know that fool.
(spooky laugh)
Oh, what's next, Edgar?
Damn it.
JIMMY: That's a pretty
convincing Baby Spice.
He a'ight.
You wanted to see
a Spice Girls cover band?
Yeah.
I love Spice Girls.
Name three of their songs.
"If You Wanna Be My Lover,"
(scoffs) is one.
"You Gotta Get With My
Friends," is another.
Oh, and the one where
she raps about slinging
your body down and
winding it all around.
That's all the same song, dummy.
Excuse me, sir.
I don't mean to be
too forward,
but you've caught me
with your Hook.
You're at the top
of my Schindler's List.
My loins are
Terminally Always
The Color Purple for you.
So please open your Jaws
and make out with me.
Munich.
Guys, it's Dorothy!
Oh, finally.
I'm sure someone entrenched
in the comedy world
will know what my costume is.
Hmm?
Drop Dead Fred?
Century 21 salesman
of the month?
The bassist for The
Mighty Mighty Bosstones?
Gay Wolverine.
(laughs)
Like anyone knows
who Edgar's supposed to be.
The Situation from
The Jersey Shore...
...seven years later
than relevant.
Sorry, honey.
I still want to
smooch on you though.
EDGAR:
Uh, yeah, um...
we're in public.
Oh, fine.
Well, then later.
(growls)
(growls)
Ooh! I'm want to Vine
those motorcycles.
(clicks tongue)
Wow.
Looks like that dry spell
is about to end.
Try not to blow a hole
through her back.
I like Dorothy so much,
but I'm scared that if we
go past a certain point,
I'll have to tell her
about my problems,
and I'm just not ready.
Who gives a shit
if you're ready.
Three years worth
of backed-up jizz
in your balls is not healthy.
Yeah, but it's not
about the jizz in my balls.
It's about the jizz
in my brain and in my heart.
The jizz in my heart, Jimmy.
Can we go home now?
(clears throat)
Uh, actually, Gretchen,
there's one more stop.
Ah.
The grand finale.
The grand finale?
Yeah, it's Italian
for "big final."
No, I... Never mind.
What is it?
MAN:
Smile for the camera, maggot.
Okay.
There is no exiting once
you go through those doors.
There is
no safeword.
There are no rules.
(chuckles)
Acknowledge!
Yeah, yeah.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
Okay.
(door creaks shut)
This isn't so scary.
(thrash metal playing,
all screaming)
(screams)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
(screaming)
(Jimmy sobbing)
(screaming)
I want to go home.
(roars)
(woman cackling)
Right.
I'd prefer not to
interact with a mouse.
WOMAN:
Shut up, maggot!
This mouse is going to eat
your ugly pussy face.
Then he'll burrow
down your throat
and eat your
gory heart.
Then he'll chew through your
intestines until he goddamn
chews his way out
of your asshole
(laughing)
so all of your bloody,
gory, chewed-out intestines
flop out of your
body onto the floor
like a shitty garden hose!
GRETCHEN:
Oh, no, Jimmy!
You're so screwed!
(screaming)
(screaming continues)
Whoa!
This sucks.
(whimpering)
(crying):
Why are you doing this to us?
(sobs)
Why is this happening?
(growls)
(screams)
Ah!
(screams)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(screams)
Is that all
you pussies got!?
Ha-ha! Jimmy!
What's going on, guys?
What are you
doing here?
I'm a horror house nerd
from way back.
After this, I'm heading
to another one in Sylmar.
They've got a real,
live Babadook.
(snarling)
You guys should totally...!
(laughing)
Ah...
You good?
I'm great!
This place is nuts!
(panting):
You guys probably shouldn't
sit on that couch.
(screaming)
(water dripping)
LINDSAY: Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Oh, my God.
Where am I?
Help me!
(freaky voice):
No one can help you, Lindsay.
You're all alone now!
How did you know my name?!
Shh.
I don't like the taste
of fear in my meat.
(screaming)
(mocking scream)
(screaming)
(growling)
(crying)
Um...
What are you doing?
LINDSAY:
What I always do.
I'm giving up.
Um...
Good!
It'll make it easier
for me to rip open your flesh
and make a cape from your skin.
I'll probably make
a shitty cape!
Just like I'm a shitty wife.
Just like
I'm a shitty homeowner.
I can't even turn my power on.
How pathetic is that?
Have you tried calling
customer service?
(thrash metal playing)
(screaming)
No. No!
(laughing maniacally)
No! No!
(maniacal laughter
continues)
Oh, hell yeah!
Ha-ha!
Our Father, Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name...
(shrieking, sobbing)
Oh, damn!
(panting)
This is almost
over, right?
You'll be fine.
Just breathe.
(inhales deeply)
See?
(growling)
(yells)
DOROTHY:
Oh, my God.
Stop!
Stop!
Edgar, stop!
I'm telling!
I have to tell you something.
Okay.
I have... residual issues
from...
I'm sorry I never told you.
I'm honored that you
trust me enough to tell me.
Also, I haven't had sex
in three years.
Is that why you keep
touching me over the bra?
Three years, huh?
(distant screaming,
monster roaring)
This whole thing is derivative.
It's homage.
Face it, horror
films are legacy.
Forget about movies.
This is the golden age
of television. TV owns.
(laughs)
(rattling)
(moaning)
Ah... ah...
Hey, we all get overwhelmed.
If a problem seems too big,
try breaking it up
into smaller chunks.
It's called chunking.
There's a really great
TED talk about it.
Huh.
"Chunking"?
Okay, you ready?
Now, when the voice comes on
and asks you what you want,
you say "operator."
Then they'll do this thing
where they say,
"While you wait, what is
the nature of your problem?"
That's a trick.
Just say "operator" again.
You want me to dial for you?
No.
I can do it myself.
Attagirl.
They weren't kidding
about that no rules thing.
That-that little girl
with her arms on backwards
straight-up bit my tit.
That was so much fun!
I knew it would work.
What would?
This whole day.
To whack you out of your funk.
I made you think
it was Edgar's idea,
but it was mine.
Goddamn it, Jimmy!
I knew it!
I mean... no, I didn't know it,
but I knew it!
Wait, you...
you're mad at me because
you had a good time?
No!
I am mad at you because
you think you can fix me!
You can't fix me, Jimmy.
I don't need to be fixed.
Wow.
Well...
I'm sorry I tried to give you
a nice day.
What an asshole.
Where's Jimmy?
He left.
He's trying to fix me.
Of course he is,
he's Jimmy.
He's not gonna stop,
you know.
Unless...
he thinks he fixed me already.
(indistinct chatter)
WOMAN:
That's a great Heathstead.
What?
WOMAN:
Your costume.
Heathstead, from
Buckle Your Shoes, right?
Yeah.
No one has gotten
it all day.
Seriously?
Remember when Maggie Cornelia
has the bunion?
But he can't tell her,
because she's redoing her will.
And the dog?
And the dog, yeah!
(laughing)
Ah...
Rough day?
Oh, yeah. Halloween.
It's a stupid holiday.
I like it.
It's good for business.
Speaking of which,
I should probably
get back in there.
Don't want to
piss off the boss.
Ah, she's a pushover.
It's my bar.
I'm Nina.
Keune.
I've been serving you
for the last... few months.
Oh. Sorry, I...
I don't remember people.
That's okay.
Hey, maybe I'll, uh, come join
you when things cool down.
We need
to talk about
when Iolanthe left Crumpleton
for London.
(posh accent):
She always did refuse
to accept her station.
(laughs)
You were right!
It's crazy,
but I feel like
a whole new person.
I guess all I needed was
a fun day doing things I liked.
Well, then.
Wow, that's... that's great.
Yes, it is.
Smart, smart man.
How'd you know
I was coming?
Oh, I just had a feeling
everything would work out.
Oh, my God, the guy
coming out of the tub.
And the guy with the...
Helen Keller thing?
(chuckles)
(laughing)
KID:
Oh, she's coming!
Let's go!
Go, go! Go!
Go!
Go, go!
Come on, man!
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(alarm beeping)
(TV playing football game,
alarm beeping)
(whirring, alarm beeping,
TV playing in distance)
♪ We... ♪
♪ Never got control ♪
♪ Lost the whole damn world ♪
♪ Lie... like a pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just a pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just ♪
♪ A pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just... ♪
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(indistinct conversations)
♪ ♪
Two, inside or out.
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday.... ♪
No! No!
No!
Absolutely not!
How dare you?
Ambushing me with
this nonsense again!
Do I look like I'm in the mood
for Sunday Funday?
Okay, bye.
Oh, no, wait!
Please.
Dorothy's
joining us later,
and it's just really important
she feel accepted.
It-it-it...
it would mean a lot
to Lindsay, too.
She's living
in Vernon's man cave.
Oh, goddamn it.
Fine.
Good job.
For a second I thought
you forgot this was a set-up.
We'll give Gretchen
a fun Halloween day.
She'll drink.
We'll do my list...
Yeah, uh, your list is weird.
That's the point.
I tailored the activities
for Gretchen's perverted
and morbid tastes.
You just need to pretend
you wrote the list.
There's no way
she'll be able to remain sad
after a day like this.
(chuckles)
A toast.
To the best day of the week.
On the best day
of the year!
Spooky Sunday Funday.
Ooh.
(chuckles)
(spooky accent):
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday ♪
♪ Can only do it one way ♪
♪ And that is the drunk way ♪
♪ Sunday Funday ♪
♪ Better than a Monday ♪
♪ Can only do it one way ♪
♪ And that is the drunk way! ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave you anyway ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave you
anyway ♪
♪ Gonna leave you anyway. ♪
Costumes?
God. Seriously?
Well, we have to wear costumes,
Gretchen.
It's, uh, on the list.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Paul?
(beeping)
Paul?
COMPUTER VOICE:
Hello.
Nine to sell you.
Oh, no, dang it.
Nice to send yogurt.
I'm still working out the kinks
on this thing.
Why are you in a wheelchair?
Did Amy do this to you?
I'm Stephen Hawking.
The famous cosmologist.
A crippled guy does makeup?
(laughs)
So, you ever
get the power turned back on?
No. Someone abandoned me,
so I had to move into Becca's.
Oh, Lindsay.
What?
Someday you're gonna
have to learn
not to quit
when things gets hard.
I'm not a quitter, Paul.
I'm not!
You'll see!
COMPUTER VOICE:
I won't hole my bread.
Dang it.
(Jimmy laughs)
Oh, my God.
Edgar, look what I've
managed to toss together.
Oh. Hey.
Hmm?
Heathstead from
Buckle Your Shoes!
Never heard of it.
It's about an assistant deacon
who sleeps
with the constable's daughter
and is forced to hide out
as a ladies' shoe salesman.
You've never heard of it?
(funny voice): These heels
are a bit small, love.
Shall I stretch
them out for ya?
No? Come on.
A doctor costume for ladies?
(scoffs) Fake.
Ugh, I can't find anything.
You've barely looked.
Oh, no.
He's right.
Paul said I give up
on things real easy.
I don't do that, right?
Interior design school,
cardio barre,
season two
of House of Cards.
You even quit
Ralph's Reward Club
'cause you couldn't handle
the commitment.
What, I'm going to carry
one of those shitty
little plastic cards
on my keychain like a poor?
(phone chirps)
Phone, how do I turn
on my power?
PHONE:
Sex Goddess Lindsay 69,
I found the phone number
for Los Angeles Department
of Water and Power.
Would you like me
to dial it for you?
This thing never works.
(clears throat)
Hmm?
No idea.
(sighs)
So, you found anything yet?
I'll just wear these wings.
You can do better than
"saddest girl at the rave."
What about that?
These are fine.
How much to rent that costume?
Uh, 400 a day plus
a thousand-dollar deposit.
Are you insane?
(sighs)
I'm kind of nervous.
You understand I'm not actually
inside your head.
I haven't had sex
(whispering):
in three years.
(giggles)
What?
Oh, my God!
Dorothy's meeting us later and,
well, we've gotten close...
Yeah? How close?
Over the bra.
So, not close at all, then.
Please don't tell anyone.
Oh, believe me,
I won't tell anyone
you still touch girls
over the bra.
That's too embarrassing.
(sighs)
♪ 20s, 50s, 100s,
hundred grand ♪
♪ 20s, 50s,
100s, hundred grand ♪
♪ 20s, 50s, 100s,
hundred grand ♪
♪ Pull up to the club,
walking slowly ♪
♪ Flash-forward, next saw
this model that know me ♪
♪ She was lookin' ♪
♪ And I was lookin' ♪
♪ And we was lookin' ♪
♪ Together we like 100 grand ♪
♪ All so mature,
all in the mix. ♪
TOUR GUIDE:
All right, folks.
On the third floor
is where, in 1954,
former silent film star
Poopsie Carmichael
was killed by Nick O. Donnik,
who went on a rampage,
killing seven
in the building
while they slept.
You might also recognize it
from the opening credits
of Better Off Ted!
So...
three years, huh?
Does Dorothy know?
No, not yet.
I should be honest
and tell her, huh?
Shit no.
(laughter)
Yeah,
I'm not getting on a plane
if the pilot just took
three years off flying.
Also, can you imagine
the first time?
It'd be like... (grunting)
(imitates explosions)
(laughter)
So, why did you put
a murder tour on your list?
Pssht!
I'm totally into murder.
I love it so much,
I became a soldier.
You can murder anyone you want.
TOUR GUIDE:
And for our final stop,
we'll visit the sight
of the murder
of one of hip-hop's
biggest stars.
Ooh!
Any guesses?
Christopher George
Latore Wallace.
Big Poppa.
Who shot you, Biggie?
This is fun, right?
Yeah.
BIGGIE IMPERSONATOR:
And then sometimes
during the service window,
the serviceman comes out,
checks the lines,
checks the meters,
lights the pilot light
if need be,
and then you're reconnected.
Sure, but then what happens?
What's the next thing
to go wrong
that I won't know how to fix?
Hey, mo' money, mo' problems.
That'll be five dollars.
Who shot you, Biggie?
Oh, my God!
T.
U.
P.
A...
(gasps)
I knew it.
EDGAR:
L.
L?
Tupal?
I don't know that fool.
(spooky laugh)
Oh, what's next, Edgar?
Damn it.
JIMMY: That's a pretty
convincing Baby Spice.
He a'ight.
You wanted to see
a Spice Girls cover band?
Yeah.
I love Spice Girls.
Name three of their songs.
"If You Wanna Be My Lover,"
(scoffs) is one.
"You Gotta Get With My
Friends," is another.
Oh, and the one where
she raps about slinging
your body down and
winding it all around.
That's all the same song, dummy.
Excuse me, sir.
I don't mean to be
too forward,
but you've caught me
with your Hook.
You're at the top
of my Schindler's List.
My loins are
Terminally Always
The Color Purple for you.
So please open your Jaws
and make out with me.
Munich.
Guys, it's Dorothy!
Oh, finally.
I'm sure someone entrenched
in the comedy world
will know what my costume is.
Hmm?
Drop Dead Fred?
Century 21 salesman
of the month?
The bassist for The
Mighty Mighty Bosstones?
Gay Wolverine.
(laughs)
Like anyone knows
who Edgar's supposed to be.
The Situation from
The Jersey Shore...
...seven years later
than relevant.
Sorry, honey.
I still want to
smooch on you though.
EDGAR:
Uh, yeah, um...
we're in public.
Oh, fine.
Well, then later.
(growls)
(growls)
Ooh! I'm want to Vine
those motorcycles.
(clicks tongue)
Wow.
Looks like that dry spell
is about to end.
Try not to blow a hole
through her back.
I like Dorothy so much,
but I'm scared that if we
go past a certain point,
I'll have to tell her
about my problems,
and I'm just not ready.
Who gives a shit
if you're ready.
Three years worth
of backed-up jizz
in your balls is not healthy.
Yeah, but it's not
about the jizz in my balls.
It's about the jizz
in my brain and in my heart.
The jizz in my heart, Jimmy.
Can we go home now?
(clears throat)
Uh, actually, Gretchen,
there's one more stop.
Ah.
The grand finale.
The grand finale?
Yeah, it's Italian
for "big final."
No, I... Never mind.
What is it?
MAN:
Smile for the camera, maggot.
Okay.
There is no exiting once
you go through those doors.
There is
no safeword.
There are no rules.
(chuckles)
Acknowledge!
Yeah, yeah.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
Okay.
(door creaks shut)
This isn't so scary.
(thrash metal playing,
all screaming)
(screams)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
(screaming)
(Jimmy sobbing)
(screaming)
I want to go home.
(roars)
(woman cackling)
Right.
I'd prefer not to
interact with a mouse.
WOMAN:
Shut up, maggot!
This mouse is going to eat
your ugly pussy face.
Then he'll burrow
down your throat
and eat your
gory heart.
Then he'll chew through your
intestines until he goddamn
chews his way out
of your asshole
(laughing)
so all of your bloody,
gory, chewed-out intestines
flop out of your
body onto the floor
like a shitty garden hose!
GRETCHEN:
Oh, no, Jimmy!
You're so screwed!
(screaming)
(screaming continues)
Whoa!
This sucks.
(whimpering)
(crying):
Why are you doing this to us?
(sobs)
Why is this happening?
(growls)
(screams)
Ah!
(screams)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(screams)
Is that all
you pussies got!?
Ha-ha! Jimmy!
What's going on, guys?
What are you
doing here?
I'm a horror house nerd
from way back.
After this, I'm heading
to another one in Sylmar.
They've got a real,
live Babadook.
(snarling)
You guys should totally...!
(laughing)
Ah...
You good?
I'm great!
This place is nuts!
(panting):
You guys probably shouldn't
sit on that couch.
(screaming)
(water dripping)
LINDSAY: Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Oh, my God.
Where am I?
Help me!
(freaky voice):
No one can help you, Lindsay.
You're all alone now!
How did you know my name?!
Shh.
I don't like the taste
of fear in my meat.
(screaming)
(mocking scream)
(screaming)
(growling)
(crying)
Um...
What are you doing?
LINDSAY:
What I always do.
I'm giving up.
Um...
Good!
It'll make it easier
for me to rip open your flesh
and make a cape from your skin.
I'll probably make
a shitty cape!
Just like I'm a shitty wife.
Just like
I'm a shitty homeowner.
I can't even turn my power on.
How pathetic is that?
Have you tried calling
customer service?
(thrash metal playing)
(screaming)
No. No!
(laughing maniacally)
No! No!
(maniacal laughter
continues)
Oh, hell yeah!
Ha-ha!
Our Father, Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name...
(shrieking, sobbing)
Oh, damn!
(panting)
This is almost
over, right?
You'll be fine.
Just breathe.
(inhales deeply)
See?
(growling)
(yells)
DOROTHY:
Oh, my God.
Stop!
Stop!
Edgar, stop!
I'm telling!
I have to tell you something.
Okay.
I have... residual issues
from...
I'm sorry I never told you.
I'm honored that you
trust me enough to tell me.
Also, I haven't had sex
in three years.
Is that why you keep
touching me over the bra?
Three years, huh?
(distant screaming,
monster roaring)
This whole thing is derivative.
It's homage.
Face it, horror
films are legacy.
Forget about movies.
This is the golden age
of television. TV owns.
(laughs)
(rattling)
(moaning)
Ah... ah...
Hey, we all get overwhelmed.
If a problem seems too big,
try breaking it up
into smaller chunks.
It's called chunking.
There's a really great
TED talk about it.
Huh.
"Chunking"?
Okay, you ready?
Now, when the voice comes on
and asks you what you want,
you say "operator."
Then they'll do this thing
where they say,
"While you wait, what is
the nature of your problem?"
That's a trick.
Just say "operator" again.
You want me to dial for you?
No.
I can do it myself.
Attagirl.
They weren't kidding
about that no rules thing.
That-that little girl
with her arms on backwards
straight-up bit my tit.
That was so much fun!
I knew it would work.
What would?
This whole day.
To whack you out of your funk.
I made you think
it was Edgar's idea,
but it was mine.
Goddamn it, Jimmy!
I knew it!
I mean... no, I didn't know it,
but I knew it!
Wait, you...
you're mad at me because
you had a good time?
No!
I am mad at you because
you think you can fix me!
You can't fix me, Jimmy.
I don't need to be fixed.
Wow.
Well...
I'm sorry I tried to give you
a nice day.
What an asshole.
Where's Jimmy?
He left.
He's trying to fix me.
Of course he is,
he's Jimmy.
He's not gonna stop,
you know.
Unless...
he thinks he fixed me already.
(indistinct chatter)
WOMAN:
That's a great Heathstead.
What?
WOMAN:
Your costume.
Heathstead, from
Buckle Your Shoes, right?
Yeah.
No one has gotten
it all day.
Seriously?
Remember when Maggie Cornelia
has the bunion?
But he can't tell her,
because she's redoing her will.
And the dog?
And the dog, yeah!
(laughing)
Ah...
Rough day?
Oh, yeah. Halloween.
It's a stupid holiday.
I like it.
It's good for business.
Speaking of which,
I should probably
get back in there.
Don't want to
piss off the boss.
Ah, she's a pushover.
It's my bar.
I'm Nina.
Keune.
I've been serving you
for the last... few months.
Oh. Sorry, I...
I don't remember people.
That's okay.
Hey, maybe I'll, uh, come join
you when things cool down.
We need
to talk about
when Iolanthe left Crumpleton
for London.
(posh accent):
She always did refuse
to accept her station.
(laughs)
You were right!
It's crazy,
but I feel like
a whole new person.
I guess all I needed was
a fun day doing things I liked.
Well, then.
Wow, that's... that's great.
Yes, it is.
Smart, smart man.
How'd you know
I was coming?
Oh, I just had a feeling
everything would work out.
Oh, my God, the guy
coming out of the tub.
And the guy with the...
Helen Keller thing?
(chuckles)
(laughing)
KID:
Oh, she's coming!
Let's go!
Go, go! Go!
Go!
Go, go!
Come on, man!
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(alarm beeping)
(TV playing football game,
alarm beeping)
(whirring, alarm beeping,
TV playing in distance)
♪ We... ♪
♪ Never got control ♪
♪ Lost the whole damn world ♪
♪ Lie... like a pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just a pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just ♪
♪ A pair of dice ♪
♪ Us just... ♪
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Then they'll do this thing
where they say,
"While you wait, what is
the nature of your problem?"
That's a trick.
Just say "operator" again.
You want me to dial for you?
No.
I can do it myself.
Attagirl.
They weren't kidding
about that no rules thing.
That-that little girl
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