- How are you doing, Jerry? - Very well, thank you. Excellent. Yeah. Do tell. Well, they like me at work. You're a likeable man. We're having, a what-do-you-call-it, a picnic. And they asked me to help out on it. I was afraid to say yes.
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Okay.
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You think they'll all nod and understand the way your stupid dog does? - I don't know. - Well, I do know. They're gonna throw your ass in jail where tattooed, meth addicts will butt-fuck you daily for 15 years to life. You're a good man who made a mistake. Nobody is gonna rape you, Jerry. - But he did mean to do it. - No. Not the deer. That was an accident. I'm talking about the girl. You wanted to kill her. - Never. - Why'd you take the knife, then? Oh, my God. I'm evil. No, you're not. I've killed things on purpose, Jerry. There's no shame in it. It's instinct. The only time I felt truly alive is when I'm killing. The only time I've ever felt truly alive.
We're just gonna go around the table, okay? Can your comment wait? I just wanna say that the picnic is gonna be a good place to reach out and form relationships with other people.
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We all wanna get out of here, so, John, you'll be setting up the barbecue grills in the parking lot. Dave's bringing drinks. Sheryl's providing decorations, and Fiona's doing the music. Any questions? Yeah. I've got an idea, while we were sitting here. You know the office corridor? I thought it would be the perfect place for a conga line.