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I need you to drive me.

No way.

I'll give you $1000

Dad, I can't.

Get that kid to do it.

Who? Brian?

Well we just can't ask him to do stuffs like that.

That's weird.

Hey, I've kinda a weird question for you.

What is it?

Will you drive my dad

to the back specialist?

I can't drive in New York City.

A cab?

He doesn't ride in cabs.

Well, yes ...

He'll pay you ...

and I will come with you so it won't get too weird

I really appreciate you doing this

taking time off from work and all.

Oh well.

- Oh, where the hell is she?

Brian, I'm totally serious when I say she may've

gotten lost leaving the apartment.

Ooh, somebody got all glossied up.

Ow.

You play tennis, Brian?

I've played, not much.

- I have the 9th fastest serve in the world.

They clocked it.

Verified.

The doctor will meet you in Room 1.

- Fabulous. Will be about an hour.

Come on in now.

- Ok.

Thanks.

Structurally, there are no abnormalities.

This has to do with your musculature and your ligaments

this has to be the last time we talk about this.

What about ruptured discs?

That is bullshit. All that sh*t is

f***ing f***ing bullshit ok?

Back disorders, duodenal ulcers,

the most misdiagnosed conditions

Attributed to middle-aged men today.

I'm not going down that road.

Stress, Al.

Tension.

Weariness, that's what causes

most of this sh*t.

Let me show you something.

A little pressure.

Look at that energy pattern.

You look at it.

I'll go along with it ...

But I'm not f***ing stressed.

What are you reading?

It's an article about a Tibetan

who plays basketball with some other

Monks in Arizona.

Says they got in a fight with five advertising

executives in front of a bunch of kids.

What are you reading?

Uhm ... mostly just ads.

This one's for ... a ..

Meditation cushion ...

that's filled with buckwheat.

And it costs $249

It's a cushion?

Yeah, it's mostly just a pillow that

looks like a stump.

Seems like a lot.

- Yeah.

Do you have any interest in

having sex with me?

Yeah.

- Really?

Now.

- Mm hmm.

I need to schedule another appointment, Linda.

How was your visit, Mr. Lolly?

A waste of money.

How about Thursday the 23rd?

Nope.

- The 24th?

Yup.

- 9:
30?

No.

- 2:
30

Yup.

Smells like a wharf nut in here.

What?

You heard me.

Smells like low tide.

That's weird.

- I don't smell anything.

Hey, how was the doctor, dad?

Yup, good enough quack.

Charged a fortune but I've got his number.

Did you know I had brain cancer once, Brian?

No.

- Yup.

Yup, huge tumour on the

recesses in my temporal lobe.

But you're ok now.

Yup. 100% holistic.

No chemo, no radiation.

What did you do?

I mapped the pathology of the cancer with my mind.

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