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(SONG PLAYING) I'll find a place somewhere in the corner I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting Seasons change someday Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you Through that garden gate I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting Seasons change, aha You'll see, one day These dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoe I'll come running to tie your shoe I'll come running to tie your shoe I'll come running to tie your shoe GREG: So, if we make this film, people are gonna be, like: "Oh, Greg and Earl, "they're those weird filmmakers. "They're always creepily filming stuff. "They'll probably sneak into your house one night "and film you while you're sleeping." But people probably already think that, 'cause you gave Rachel those stupid films. (MUFFLED) This is nasty as hell. GREG: So now, I've become completely conspicuous, like all the time. People look at me and think, "Filmmaker." The hell even is this? When they're not already thinking, "Cancer girl's boyfriend." It tastes like a dog's funky-ass butthole. Furthermore, we agreed to do a film that we have no idea what it should look like... ...or sound like, or even be. I mean, what the hell sort of film should we even make? Huh? I mean, what was I thinking? EARL: You were thinking that girl Madison had nice titties. I mean, I like the titties too, but now you got a problem. 'Cause I ain't agreed to do this shit. You did.