Band Aid Page #2

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And it's really cool.

- Yeah.

- You hungry?

Do you want the milks?

Yeah?

- The milks?

- You want the milks?

Oh yeah, you do, look

at you reachin' for it.

- Okay.

- This guy is just dry as a desert today.

- Oh my god.

- It's just nice getting

paid doing something you love

for a living, you know?

It's great.

- Uh-huh.

- I just saw Ben.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You guys are so cute.

- Thanks.

- When are you guys gonna

make one of these things?

- What was the word?

I forgot the word.

- Pizza.

- Pizza, pizza.

- Yeah.

- Pizza?

- We heard the pizza guy just came.

- Oh, okay.

- So we're just gonna go

grab the pizza.

- Okay, cool.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Come on.

- It was so crazy.

She just took her boob out.

Right there.

It's f***ed up.

'Cause I'm not supposed to

think about your friends' b*obs.

But now everyone's got kids

and they're breastfeeding.

It's like...

- It's so culty.

- Hello, how you doing?

I'm Anna's friend's boob.

Nice to meet ya.

You Okay?

'Cause I really didn't

see much of her boob.

- Okay, I know.

- If that's why I'm making you upset.

I mean, it was big, but it was not,

you know, it had clearly been

ravaged.

I knew we shouldn't have come.

- I know.

Like, I have to come to these things.

Like, what am I gonna do?

She's my best friend.

Like, I can't just not come

to my godson's first

birthday party 'cause I...

I just, it always makes me think.

Like, were we crazy?

'Cause look at us.

- What's that supposed to mean?

What, I mean, we have

shitty jobs to pay the rent.

Because that's what you

do when you're an adult.

And it's shitty.

- I had a book deal.

- I know.

- I was the star of my class.

And Candice was a sh*t writer in college.

- Don't compare yourself...

- I mean, she was

a f***ing joke.

- Well, now Candice with

the b*obs is a show runner.

She's being paid to do

something she loves.

That's more than you

could say about me or you.

- You were an artist.

- Well, art...

- You know, you...

- Anna.

- Like, you...

- You know...

- Had dreams, too.

- What I've come to realize?

Art is bullshit.

That's what I've, that's my big takeaway.

Can I have a lighter, please?

- Art is bullshit?

- Art is bullshit.

- Wow, that's a choice philosophy.

You know who else

thought art was bullshit?

Hitler.

- Why does it always have to

come back to the Holocaust?

- Because we should never forget.

- We will never, trust me,

we will never forget.

- No, we will never forget.

- No, we won't.

- Because I bring it up

to remind us.

- All the time.

- Really?

One second.

Should we open a window or something?

- No, it's fine, they know.

They actually have a lot

of good instruments here.

- I can't find a bass, though.

- Well, yeah, no kid wants

to grow up to play bass.

They just end up playing bass.

- Why?

- Because it's like.

- I play bass.

- Look at this cool little kid guitar.

That sounds pretty good.

- One, two, three, four.

- Did she just count us in?

- Mm-hmm.

- Who is that?

- I don't know.

I think it's Isis.

- What is it?

- Her name is Isis.

- Oh.

- She's a real firecracker.

- Hmm.

Okay.

You and I

I, I, I, I, I

- I like that.

- Yeah?

- Okay.

We can fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

- Hey, I think you

got your first groupie.

- Yeah.

Try, we must

Try, try, try, try, try

To find the light

Light, light, light

Now bridge.

- Okay.

Find the fight

Day and night

We find the fight

Oh sh*t, I gotta get tambo on it.

- And you gotta stop cursing

in front of the kids.

Nice.

Really good job.

Really good job.

- You, too, up high.

- Really good job.

Ben-

- Hmm?

- Where, um...

Where do you think we go from here?

- I don't know.

- I think I thought that

having a kid would just, like,

fix everything.

Like, I just wanna create something

with some kind of meaning, you know.

Like, I just wanna find f***ing

meaning in something.

- Well,

I don't know what to tell you.

It feels like we're both just stuck.

And that leads to anger, and

then that leads to fighting.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

And then we just fight.

- We fight so much.

- All the f***in' time.

It's such a bummer.

- Yesterday was good.

- It was, yeah.

I felt kind of bad that we, um...

- Stole that kid's thunder.

- We hijacked

that kid's party.

- Yeah, that will f***

him up for a long time.

But at least we weren't fighting.

- It was fun singing there though.

What if we turned all

our fights into songs?

- Okay.

- No, I'm serious.

Let's start a band.

fl Hey, hey, hey, hey

- There's so many

yarmulkes from our wedding.

- I know.

- Did anyone even wear a yarmulke?

- Everyone wore a yarmulke.

- We have so many left over.

What is this?

- Oh, that's my Armageddon suitcase.

Oh yeah, big time.

There's a lot in there.

There's a couple bottles of Xanax.

There's $1,000 hard cash.

And then, yeah, Bed Bath

& Beyond coupons for days.

- I love that in your mind,

the zombie apocalypse still

focuses around Bed Bath.

- Yeah, that's the epicenter.

- And we're gonna need to get 20% off.

- No, but, oh my god, you're so literal.

You're not using them as coupons.

You're using them as currency.

You know, to barter.

You trade for weapons,

Brita filters.

- Yeah, I was being

really literal.

- Body pillows, whatever.

Whatever you need.

- It's my fault.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, look what I found.

' Oh!

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

- I have not played

this since high school.

- She pretty.

- Yeah, she fine.

Check her out.

- Whoa.

I don't want you to hurt your neck.

- Sounds great, neighbor.

- Hey Dave.

- Hi Dave.

- Is that John Mayer over there?

- Aw, heck no.

- No.

I just found my old guitar

from high school.

- Yeah.

- Are you John Mayer?

- Right, yeah.

Second time's a charm.

- Second time, yeah.

- What are you doing?

- We're cleanin' out the garage

to make it a rehearsal space.

We're starting a band.

- For a band?

- Yeah.

- I used to play drums in high school.

- Cool.

- Yeah.

- Really?

- I was in a band myself.

- Oh yeah, what was it called?

- The band was called Myself.

It was a sort of solo percussive group.

You know, djembe and the rumba.

Conga, bongo, timbale.

You know, just like, yeah.

- And you played all of those yourself?

- I played all of them myself.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

The Big Fork Daily called

it really, very weird.

- Oh.

- Wow.

- That's great.

- Yeah, well...

- Congrats, man.

That sounds great.

- Yeah, congratulations.

- Okay.

- Cool, Dave.

We'll see ya.

- Yeah.

- See ya around the neighbs.

- Thanks, Dave.

- I'll see you very soon.

Okay, so, we have to move.

- You can't, I know.

- We have to move.

'Cause of that interaction alone.

- Oh, he's 100% gonna murder us.

- Hey Rob.

All right, so here it

is, here's the lowdown.

She was good from far, but far from good.

YES.

She's a little curvy for my taste,

but she still f***ed like a champ.

- The only, yeah, the only,

no, I definitely could have

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