'Out Of Gas'
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Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, eh, "suicides" have you performed?
Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge.
Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate.
Harold: A rough estimate? I'd say fifteen.
Psychiatrist: Fifteen?
Harold: That's a rough estimate.
Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother's benefit?
Harold: No. No, I would not say "benefit."
It's me!
Prove it!
You're a dick.
Okay.
Stomach of the week. Unemployed actor had frankfurter, french fries, alcohol, and sperm. Hell of a last supper, don't you think?
This is Ripley, last survivor of The Nostromo, signing off.
Snootch to the motherfuckin' nootch!
You're a dick.
Hee!
OT: Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning? [Pause] The same thing that happens to everything else.
Look to your heart, Charlie! Look to your heart!
Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning? [Pause] The same thing that happens to everything else.
See, you have so much better delivery on that line than Halle did, ita.
If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin'. Bless you all.
See, you have so much better delivery on that line than Halle did, ita.
I'm working the eyeroll, that's why. Gotta have the eyeroll.
OT: Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.