297 - Mulholland Drive

But too much Lynch, I'm

out to lunch.

Yeah.

You're out to lunch with Lynch.

Out to Lynch.

You're out on lunch with Lynch.

I would have probably loved hanging out with David Lynch, but how do you tell a guy you don't like his movies?

I wore the wrong pants, and I'd like to apologize.

I reopened my disgusting scab.

Oh, God.

You like that? All

right, let me get a good look at it.

It's better, though.

It's definitely healing.

Yeah, well, you see how nice that side is? That was the whole thing.

Right, right, right.

And then some kid tripped me in sports.

50 bucks well spent on my part.

Yeah.

That would be some noir shit.

I want you to trip my friend Mike.

It's got to be the left knee.

Trip?

Like a drug trip? Trip.

Like a bad

dream? Like I

don't know what the hell's going on and I can't make up or down of what's happening?

My knee! My knee.

If this

were this movie, we'd pan to me.

It'd be

my knee.

Then

your knee would be fine.

No, my knee represents the fall of man.

And I'm

the man.

You're a man.

You're playing football, right? Tag football?

That's what happened.

Flag football.

They were cheating you.

I had a two-hand touch for you and the boys.

These look like the same pants you've worn every single podcast we've ever recorded.

You can't tell that they're slightly more stained and ripped? Now that you're saying it, I see that little rip.

A little stain.

I'm hiding them so well.

Yeah, well, my work pants and my pants pants are almost exactly the same.

It's really just a matter of where and there.

I closed my eyes for 20 minutes.

I had 20 minutes to lay down in bed and get myself

sorted.

Only a keen eye, a gumshoe, would notice such a thing.

Right.