[Mike looking up at the sky]
Tommy:
Hey Mike, Whatcha doin?
Mike:
Just trying to find the spaceship, man.
Tommy:
Really?
Mike:
Yeah the news said it would be passing over us, and it would be reflecting light from the sun. My neck is starting to hurt. I don't think I'm going to find the son of a bitch.
Tommy:
Claraberry, that's profound.
Tommy:
Hey, I'm Tommy. I drive a taxi.
Melinda:
I still can't watch soap operas when I'm tired.
Mike:
No way! I saw the cops over there, I started freaking out, you know, I hid all my shit. What happened? He kill himself, he over-dose, or what?复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
