Stan: "Oh shit. This is terrible. He's off the map. He's off the map." Mary: "Where?" Stan: "I don't know where! What do you mean? I don't know where! This is bad. This is very, very bad news. Where are my glasses? Okay. Crap. Okay. What do we do? What do I do?" Mary: "What should we do?" Stan: "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do." Mary: "What should we do?" Stan: "Crap. Crap. I don't know! I just said that I don't know what to do." Mary: "I'm sorry. What should we do?" Stan: "I don't know. Mellow out. You're freaking me out." Mary: "Well, what if he---?" Stan: "Mellow out." Mary: "Well, you have to do something. He could wake up all half-baked..." Stan: "Okay. Shh, shh. Quiet. You're freaking me out." Mary: "...and gooey, and--and half-baked." Stan: "Shh, shh." Mary: "Mmm, that sounds so good." Stan: "Oh shit." Mary: "I'm hungry." Stan: "Oh, shit." Mary: "Oh! Oh!" Stan: "What? Oh! What, what? What?" Mary: "We should call Howard." Stan: "No way. No, sir, man. This is my-- I can handle this. I can't call Howard." Mary: "He's an unbaked cookie. He's-- There's no time to fuck around." Stan: "I got this under control. What are you talking about?" Mary: "Stop fucking around." Stan: "Okay, I'll call Howard."

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