Listen to “The Very Thought of You” as performed by Al Bowlly.
Elliott: Had Lacey been born in 1918…to Tom, as God…asked, I’d have been her…beau.
Maybe even her husband.
But…Lem wasn’t gay.
*He thinks*
We aren’t mush. How can I be mush? I’m…in another dimension.
Have you heard of that?
String Theory has some of that stuff in it?
Arnold: Okay?
Elliott: I’m a being that looks to be made of pure light, to her. She can almost see me.
But I’m actually…solid. …It’s just…to you…I look…like I’m made of light. Pure light.
Jim: Why?
Elliott: Ha!
I almost just pulled her out of her body.
Lacey: He did.
I lost my breath. For a second!
A psychic: What does that feel like?
Listen to “Love Is The Sweetest Thing” by Al Bowlly.
Lacey: Like I’m losing consciousness. Or falling asleep. And I can’t breathe.
Then…I fight it.
God: She starts yelling about her kids. Literally. On the other side.
…Lacey. They can’t believe it.
Arnold: So…if there’s an Illuminati…our telepathy is our way of communicating? In the afterlife?
God: It’s close.
Lacey…what’s your proof? Who cares what they think!
Listen to “Sweetheart” by Al Bowlly.
Lacey: Elliott’s voice.
How did I hear his actual voice?
I’ll choose that evidence. At the moment.
God: Go on?
Lacey: I heard his actual voice.
…He talked to me.
How did he do that?
God: He broke into your realm. With my help.
Arnold: She heard his voice? Before?
God: Where?
Arnold: Somewhere!
God: WHERE!?
Arnold: On PBS!
God: Which show!?
Arnold: Okay…
SHIT!
Regardless, we are not killing Bobby! *he yells*
*Later*
Stanley Kubrick: STOP MAKING IT YOUR SOUL.
You keep writing your soul on paper.
That’s not safe.
Make it your soul. But…take yourself out of it…in a way.
Lacey: Good advice.
I think I was lonely.
Kubrick: Of course.
No! Arnold! Ghosts are real. *He yells*
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