Buddymoon Page #6
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- 2016
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IS ALL ABOUT, MAN?
WHAT NOTE?
DAVID, NO.
YOU CAN'T JUST LAUGH AND DANCE
THERE ARE REPERCUSSIONS.
-WHAT?
-REMEMBER THAT NIGH IN GERMANY WHEN WE ME AND HAD THAT GREAT TIME
GOT ALL DRUNK OFF OF SCHNAPPS?
-YEAH.
-I DON'T.
I DON'T REMEMBER
MEETING YOU.
OF THIS RELATIONSHIP, OKAY?
AND I DON'T REMEMBER
YOU KNOW WHAT?
WITHOUT YOU.
CLEARLY YOU NEED
TO BE ALONE.
OKAY, YEAH,
WITHOUT A MAP.
WHEN THE WINDOWS
NEVER CLOSE:
A GRAVEYARD NOW:
LIKE THE FLOORBOARDS
HIDE THE BONES:
AND SLIPS BETWEEN
MY FINGERS NOW:
IS GRAY:
WHEN YOU WEN AND PASSED AWAY...
"FATIGUE IS HIGH.
BAD SPIRITS ABOUND.
THIS IS WITHOUT A DOUB THE LOWEST POIN OF OUR JOURNEY."
-WHAT IS THIS?
-OH, MY GOD.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
BUT FRIENDLY.
WELL, HI.
-YES.
-UH...
-WE'RE VERY PLEASED
RENAISSANCE BAND,
A PIECE BY:
ANTHONY HOLBORNE CALLED,
"THE NIGHTWATCH."
AND WE HAVE:
AND WE HOPE:
TWO, THREE, FOUR...
WHAT?
HEY, MAN,
-REAL DICK.
-YEAH.
AND I WAN TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU.
UH, IT'S OKAY.
I FORGIVE YOU, DAVID.
THAT EASY.
-I...
-IT'S FINE, DAVID,
WE'RE FRIENDS AGAIN.
SHH.
TO YOU,
AND HERE'S HOW.
YEAH?
REMEMBER THESE?
NOW, I'VE NEVER
DONE THESE BEFORE,
BUT I-- OKAY.
MY GOD, STOP.
WOW.
GO, DAVID.
MM.
THIS DO THIS.
LET'S DO THIS.
I'M DRESSED LIKE
A PUNK SINGER:
'CAUSE THIS IS,
IS WHAT A HUMDINGER
YOU DON'T NEED
NO SKETCH ARTIST
'CAUSE I READ THE HARDES ON A CASSETTE CARTRIDGE
- CHIME DRIVER
- DRIVER
YOU KNOW ME, I CRY,
YELL AT HIM:
AMUSIN' GIGS,
YOU KNOW:
WAKE UP:
WHEN I'M BLOWING DOPE
IN SCHOOL ZONES:
I'M TOO GROWN
CAN'T YOU TELL?
WAKE UP:
AND THEN VOTE,
TURN...
CAN'T YOU TELL?
CAN'T YOU TELL?
CAN'T YOU TELL?
IS IT 'CAUSE
EARN THE WAGES:
AND 'CAUSE OF HOW I FI MY HOOD AND A TURN OF PHRASE
KNOW THIS WORLD'S A PERFEC CAGE?
I DON'T KNOW,
CAN'T YOU TELL?
DO YOU THINK:
CLOSE OUR EYES, DAVID.
FRANKIE LEFT ME.
IF WE MAKE IT OU OF HERE ALIVE,
I'M GONNA CHANGE
MY PRIORITIES.
I'M GONNA CHANGE
MY WHOLE LIFE.
ON PURPOSE.
OH. GOOD MORNING, DAVID.
GOOD NEWS.
LAST NIGHT.
SUCK IT, WOLF!
AW, MAN,
I'M SO HUNGRY.
HUNGRY LIKE A--
A WOLF, ACTUALLY.
WE HAVE REACHED:
MERIWETHER,
NO MAN EXISTS:
PREFERRED TO ENDURE
SUCH A JOURNEY.
THIS CELEBRATED DAY."
WOW, DAVID.
IT LOOKS LIKE:
A ROBOTS HELMET.
YEAH, IT'S QUITE MODERN,
ISN'T IT?
GIVE 'EM TO ME.
SPAGHETTI BOLOGNESE.
-STEAK?
-YES.
-YES.
-CROISSANTS?
-OH, I KNOW
THEY GOT CROISSANTS.
-CABBAGE?
-NO, I DON'T WANT THOSE.
GENTLEMEN,
- THANK YOU.
-YEAH, THAT'S ME.
YOUR AGENT'S BEEN CALLING
QUITE A BIT, AND, UH,
HE WANTED YOU:
SOMETHING ABOU LEWIS AND CLARK.
WOW, AWESOME, UH,
A QUICK QUESTION.
-YEAH, NO PROBLEM.
- WE'LL HAVE ONE BROUGHT UP RIGHT AWAY.
- -YOU HEAR THAT, FLULA?
NOBODY'S CUTTING
BREAKFAST IS READY,
-SOUNDS WONDERFUL.
HAVE A GREAT STAY.
AH, STOP AND LOOK AT ME, DAVID.
-IS THERE A PROBLEM?
-I JUST REMEMBERED.
-YOU'RE NOT COMING?
KEEP ON HIKING, DAVID.
COME ON, THIS DIRECTION
YOU GET IT.
NO, NO, YOU DON'T--
HAS VERY LOW REVIEWS ON "YELP."
LET'S GO HERE
HI, FRANKIE.
IT-- IT BADLY
RIGHT AWAY.
I TEXTED YOU,
I'D BE HERE.
TO TELL ME?
YEAH.
WHY?
NOTHING.
JUST I--
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I WAS THINKING.
LISTEN, I'M-- I'M SORRY.
I WASN'T READY
TO GET MARRIED.
I-- I JUST...
I WISH I HAD DONE I A LOT EARLIER.
BUT I'M GLAD
YOU LOOK DIFFERENT.
ACTUALLY,
WITH FLULA?
IT WAS INTERESTING.
HE IS A, UH...
HUMAN PUZZLE.
HE'S A RECORDING A SONG.
AND IT'S EITHER
GOING TO BE THE GREATES GERMAN WORK SINCE WAGNER,
OR IT'S GOING TO SE ALL OF HUMANITY BACK 100 YEARS.
HOW DID--
-NO, I DROVE.
-ALL THE WAY?
-YEAH, TOOK 20 MINUTES.
-WOW. YEAH.
WE SHOULDA DROVE.
OH, UM,
IT'S ABOU THE "LEWIS AND CLARK" MOVIE.
REMEMBER THAT?
I'M NOT GONNA
OPEN IT, THOUGH.
YOU KNOW, I THINK I'M GONNA
START FOCUSING MORE
GOOD LUCK,
DAVID AND FRANKIE.
HEY, FLULA.
-HEY.
-HEY.
HEY, I JUST NOTICED
THIS WAS FUN.
YEAH,
YOU KNOW,
FIGURE THINGS OU WITH FRANKIE, SO.
YEAH, I'M GONNA
BUT, HEY, MAN,
IT'S NOT FINISHED.
SO...
-HEY.
-YEAH.
SEE YOU.
DUDE.
YOU REALLY THINK
-WHAT'RE YOU, CRAZY?
-DAVID.
I'M A LITTLE INSULTED.
-YOU GOT ME.
-WELL, I'M PRETTY GOOD.
NOW IT'S MY TURN.
YOU KNOW THIS, RIGHT?
WELL, TRIP'S OVER.
WE'RE EVEN.
-THAT'S IT.
-OKAY, DAVID, NO PROBLEM.
FINGERS CROSSED.
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE NO ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO SAY
"FINGERS CROSSED"
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