Dream Corp LLC

I sold this one the food pill last week.

Oh, wow. Food pill.

Bill sells super high-end art to huge corporations.

Tell us another of your fascinating stories,

- would you, mate? - Well...

Oh, look at this one. This one take me back.

When I was a kid, we had an evil real estate developer

who wanted to destroy our home,

but my friends and I found a map to pirate's treasure.

Wow. Yeah.

You've lived an incredible life, Bill.

Are you serious?

Very serious.

Anyway, so I made friends with a weird-looking straw man.

I found the treasure.

I kissed my brother's girlfriend by accident,

put the Fratelli Brothers back behind bars where they belong.

Let me guess.

Was it One-Eyed Willy's treasure?

You must have seen the news.

Right.

Bill, did your brother find out that you'd kissed his girl, huh?

Doctor, patient is under and ready to go.

Bea, this is Bill Ruff.

Wild Bill, get your whiskey-filled Ruff.

Rrrrrr.

We went to science college together, this maniac and me.

Young lady...

where did you put the trophy

where you won the number-one smartest

and most beautiful woman award?

I have a cabinet for my trophies.

Oh. Back in '76...

'77. Yeah. Right.

Back in '77, right,

I tested the first version of Truth Paste on Bill,

and all his teeth fell out.

It was college... crazy...

I'm sure glad they grew back, Bill.

Water under the bridge, friend, water under the bridge.

"Dream Corp LLC."

Hello, 88.

Jesus.

Hey, is the bathroom this way?

Uh, no, this is very clearly a dead end.

Kind of like your job?

This is just a stepping stone for me.

I could help you, 88, but you got to help me.

Help me steal everything Dr. Roberts ever built

and sell it to the highest bidder.

Why would I help you do that?

Because I used to be just like you...

Depressed, hungover all the time,

can't maintain an erection, hm?

Why do you... How do you know that?

You've got the look.

I told myself no more.

I got stuck in a traffic jam

on the way to my daughter's birthday party.

I ditched the car, got in a fight

with a Korean shop owner,

killed a gang member...

and then I blew up a construction site

with a rocket launcher.

That's the plot to "Falling Down."

Exactly.

Ah! Ah, no, no!

Dr. Roberts took my teeth and ruined my life,

and now I'm gonna ruin his!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Whoa!

What the ?

The bringer?

Uh, no, I'm the... I'm the janitor.

No, no, no, no, the bringer.

Uh, yeah, yeah. I bring, uh, trash to you.

To Norf-Norf?

Yeah, to, uh, to Norf-Norf.

But, Norf-Norf, I have to go help my coworkers.

Um, coworkers,

people you see every day for money.

Oh. I... They're like... friends.

Friends with Norf-Norf?

Yeah.

Oh, friend! Norf-Norf help.

We go cold hole.

Cold hole.

Okay.

That's good. Take light stick.

I've always been scared of the dark,

which, by the way, is totally a metaphor for the unknown.

Very interesting.

And how does that make you feel?

This thing is not even clicking.

I'm cooking in here.

Come this way. Follow me.

Steve, he's not hearing me.

Whoa! Billy-goat.

Robertle the turtle.

Forgive me, sir.

I don't want to interrupt your session.

Oh, Patient 95 comes in once a month and unloads.

This is therapeutic for her.

Oh, Roberts, you're always keeping the dream alive.

Listen, this is amazing art, but I can't afford any of this.

All my money goes to the science.

And malpractice insurance. Oh, come on, Roberts.

I want to give you a piece for your office on the house.