Band Aid Page #4

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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.

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