hey! do you sell crack?
it's cool. i'm only a cop on tv.
is this crack?
do you know how to do it?
yes, hello. i'm having a medical situation. yes. okay. i don't have a belly button. i do not have a belly button where i should, on my belly. and i'm concerned, because i don't know if that's.
can a person live without a belly button? because if you think about it, you're born with one. so if you don't have one, you're unborn and it's really hazy whether you're alive or not. i guess i'm wondering: am i alive? or what if i'm god?
no, no. i'm totally sober.
no, i don't think i need an ambulance. i don't seem to be dying any faster than usual. but i should probably go to the hospital, don't you think? yeah, i should.
being escorted through glass doors by a polo-shirted parole officer. margaret moves to intercept them, offering a hand.
gary.
are there reporters out front?
what is?
hello? yes. yes.
the weather in toledo is rainy.
nine dogs ran through the field. the koala sits in the tree.
what if i'm not here?
i didn't mean to burn down my house.
actor?
he has dogs?
it's fine.
sure.
i do.
i don't do heroin.
good. i really wasn't concerned about my career, my family or my future. i just wanted to jack off.
c'mon! all my numbers are in that.
i guess.
once we get these samples back to the crime lab, we'll know who the real killer is.
is somebody there? hello?
hello?! yes. yes.
nine leopards run through the jungle. i bought two cakes at the store.
the house is haunted. there's a zeitgeist, or something.
sure. maybe.
really?
parade? i fucking hate parade.
okay.
i'm not crazy.
not really.
what did you do?
that's awful.
she's cute.
she sounds really boring.
you're rich. shouldn't you have a nanny from ecuador?
ohhh.
very canadian.
i'm pretty sure i'll be here.
is it?
gary.
okay.
i thought i was.
ah! how boring of her.
demon liquor.
so did i.
 so it's kind of hard to prove that i only meant to burn my ex- girlfriend's stuff, and not the entire house.
how about you? any history of arson?
i knew it! i could see that little spark.
oh shit.
just.
don't worry about it. just.
goodnight.
hello.
yes. yes. two trains run through the forest.
jesus! you scared the shit out of.
what?
i don't speak that. sorry. i don't.
i'm fine. i'll be fine.
where are your parents?
your mom, your dad. where are they?
look, you need to go back, okay? you shouldn't be out here. it's not safe.
shit.
evening, officers.
the cops come and throw my ass in jail.
do i still have to answer the phone?
i don't need a babysitter.
so the guy was like, "do you know fencing?" and i say, of course. that's what it says on my headshot.
always. so he says, "foil or epi?"
i say, i'm about equal in both.
so he tosses me this fucking conan sword and goes after me. i'm just swinging, trying to stay alive. but i end up cutting his ear.
just a little. but i got the job.
yes. no. not the movie, the ride. i was like, "gar! keep both hands inside the boat!"
goodnight, you filthy whore.
i know. whenever i see them, and i always feel like, damn.
exactly.
groceries.
how's jaden?
you've been watching.
my affairs?
i don't. are you seriously jealous?
from what?
yeah.
what?
it's not mine.
i didn't write it.
what?
seriously, what?
goodnight.
hi.
okay.
how many times should the number nine come up? probablistically?
you know what i mean.
how about every time?
but they only show up when you look for them. looking for them changes things.
there is something wrong with the world.
peachy.
sure.
what do i do?
no.
tell me about the nines.
the nines.
try. and don't tell me i'm imagining it. they're showing up everywhere, and i want to know why.
i'm a nine?
why don't you drink coffee? you're always drinking tea.
talking.
i never met you before i came here.
no. i'm a lot confused.
this is all a dream.
i'm in a coma.
then i'm dead. this is hell, or purgatorium or something.
what does that mean?
what happens if i cross this line?
oh shit.
no. i'm a lot confused.
this is all a dream.
i'm in a coma.
then i'm dead. this is hell, or purgatorium or something.
what does that mean?
okay, then. who am i?
are you saying i'm god?
so what are you?
what are the eights?
yeah.
i understand. but i don't believe you.