Slow down.
Okee-doke! W-h-a-a-a-a-t. . .
You can see the matrix, can’t you?
How does he do it? I have two eyes, I see everything that he sees, but… I don’t see what he sees.
God’s plan is like a beautiful tapestry and the tragedy of being human is that we only get to see the back. All the ragged threads and muddy colors, we only get a hint of the true beauty that would be revealed if we could see the whole pattern on the other side, as God does.
Open his curtains for him so he can see God’s beautiful work, and he’ll know that even things like this happen for the best.
Never mind that… if there’s one thing I can’t understand it’s late curtains and talky projectionists.
Well, the first thing to go will be those curtains. Oh my god, I’m a gay stereotype!
- It’s so ugly. Everything is so ugly.
- Hey, it all matches though, right?
It’s too matchy-matchy.
Sir Jeremy, you are a true friend of the crown. Dilly dilly!
There is a broken heart for every jewel in my crown.
I wish I had gone to the door. I’ve never met a swinger.
Yeah, that there door’s problematical.
You do realize I stand on the other side of the door waiting for you to finish knocking three times?
That’s the way you should enter a room. You knock and then you wait for the all clear.
Louise’s room? I’m not going in there.
If I can squeeze past your ego I’ll get the door.
But you know what’s really unattractive? Waiting around for something to happen. Staring out a window, thinking the life you should be living is out there somewhere but not being willing to open the door and go get it.
Marge, the doorbell. Marge! MARGE!!