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Duke?

- I mean, I'm a Christian,

but I've learned to not believe

those things we're told

in those old books.

You have to read between

the lines and decipher,

because, in reality,

hell is here.

This world

that we walk around in,

that we live in every day,

is hell.

We have invisible flames

around us.

You can't see them,

but we all have invisible flames

around us.

We get burned every day, but we

just don't realize it.

I mean, we are just

miserable slaves to nature.

- Duke, I don't think anyone

wants to hear

what you're saying right now.

Wouldn't you rather just say a little

word about Sunshine?

- Yeah, well,

I was getting to it, Andy.

I mean, I think...

I think that Sunshine left hell

for a better place.

I think that we are the dead,

and he is alive.

I mean, I know it sounds weird,

kind of, said like that,

but I do believe that.

And we should not cry

for Sunshine, my brothers.

We should cry for ourselves,

because we are in hell.

Wow.

Wait a minute.

That is a wild ride I was on.

I am so stoned right now.

Sh*t.

- Thanks.

You dick!

- I wanted to tell you

that what you said about hell...

that was beautiful.

I loved listening to you.

- Well,

I'm glad you liked it, ma'am.

I just made it up.

Uh, who-who are you again?

- I'm Sunshine's wife.

- Ah.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, I see.

- And I think you're completely right.

We really do live in hell.

I love this theory.

It-it allows you to consider

death differently.

It's a very powerful idea.

- Hmm.

And I think you

should write a book...

- I've forgotten what you just said.

- I said I-I think

you should write a book

on your theory.

It's a very interesting subject,

and you seem to master it.

- Yeah, see,

I don't know how to explain this.

Your words go in my ears,

but then they don't make it

to the processor.

- Do you want me to repeat it again?

No.

Hey, wow. Hang on.

Who-who smells like bad fish?

Is that you?

- Oh, no.

No, it's not.

I think it's you.

- Wow, what a gross, horrible stench.

No. No, no.

No, it's not me.

Hey, who's that?

Who's that little b*tch over there?

Maybe it's her.

- That is my daughter.

Watch your language.

- Well, I think it's her.

- You're the one who stinks,

you d*ckhead.

Come on, Mom.

Let's go.

Don't talk to that guy.

- Yeah, f*** off!

Psh. Write a book.

Write a book about what?

Hey.

Hey!

Write a book about what?

Write a book about what?

Write a book about what?

- Well, like I told you,

this could be a big hit.

I think.

- I like it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, this has got a great groove.

How do you do that?

Oh, this is a killer.

- Well, it's about the feeling.

It's all about the feeling.

- You have some good feeling.

It's supercool.

I love it.

- Thank you.

That makes me happy.

- Oh, it just makes me

want to be in a dance club.

Only guys, though, no girls.

Yeah, just guys

dancing everywhere.

Really?

- Yeah.

Definitely no chicks.

This is a song just for guys.

- Totally, totally. Just dudes.

- Okay.

Okay.

Wow.

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