God, she is beautiful.

This is the best blind date I've ever been on.

JUNE: I'm so sorry about that.

So then what happened?

DAVID: Right, what was I saying?

Oh, so he's like, don't say it out loud.

Spell it on my back with cum.

And I'm like, Uncle Harry, it's Thanksgiving dinner.

Do we have to do this?

Silly story, but--

so, June, tell me about you.

Like what do you do for a living?

JUNE: I'm an animator.

DAVID: An animator?

Well that's kind of quirky.

I can deal with that.

Here, will you draw something for me?

JUNE: OK.

DAVID: Make it quirky.

JUNE: OK.

DAVID: Quirk it up.

Bring on da noise, bring on da quirk.

I'm Captain Quirk, the USS Enterquirk.

It's like, where's Captain Sulu?

Quirk alert, quirk alert.

So are you done now?

OK, well, is it going to move or something?

Or are you just another pathological liar?

JUNE: If you want to see some of my actual stuff, it's

posted on the internet.

DAVID: Oh, the internet.

JUNE: This is my card, and my website is on there if you

ever want to check it out.

[RUNNING SOUNDS]

JUNE: David?

[TYPING]

FEMALE VOICE: Juney Toons presents, "Waindrops."

[WHISTLE SOUND]

JUNE: I'm an animator.

DAVID: [BURP SOUND]

Ga, ga ga.

Umgowa.

I eat farts.

Then I burp, then I eat fart burps.

[WHISTLE SOUND]

JUNE: I think I might be falling in love with this guy.

[WHISTLE SOUND]

DAVID: [FART SOUND]

Ga, ga, ga.

I made a chair chocolate for you, pretty lady.

Umgowa.

[WHISTLE SOUND]

DAVID: June, you really hurt my feelings.

JUNE: I'm sorry.

This is what I do, OK, this is my art.

I take my life experiences, and then I put a little twist

on them and make them funny.

DAVID: But you don't even know me at all.

For one thing, I don't eat farts.

I was--

I'm not the one who eats the farts, of course.

What about this "ungowa" thing you have me saying?

What am I, talking like an Eskimo?

JUNE: It just sounded like something funny you might say.

DAVID: And the way you drew me?

It doesn't look anything like me.

I mean, first of all, I have two arms.

JUNE: David.

How about I come over to your place tonight and

make it up to you?

[WHISTLE SOUND]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FEMALE VOICE: Juney Toons presents, "Blame it on the

Wain."

DAVID: [CRYING SOUNDS]

Umgowa.

You hurted my feelings.

JUNE: But David, I was just trying to be funny.

And if not accurate, then at least truthful

about the human condition.

DAVID: I crieded all night.

And then I ate a whole carton of farts.

[FART SOUND]

JUNE: I can't believe how hard I want this guy to ram me.

[DOORBELL]

JUNE: David, hi.

I brought wine.

DAVID: I just can't do this.

How would you feel if someone made some short film about

going on a date with you, or some character based on you?

And put it on the internet for everybody to laugh at?

JUNE: I guess you're right.

It really is the lowest form of pseudo-autobiographical

self-expression.

DAVID: Ga, ga, ga.

[DOORBELL]

DAVID: June, what did I--

oh, [SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE].

How are you?

MALE SPEAKER: Umgowa.

DAVID: Umgowa, come on in.

I guess she just wasn't the right girl for me.

MALE SPEAKER: Umgowa.

DAVID: Yeah.

MALE SPEAKER: Umgowa.

DAVID: Yeah, me too.

In fact, I'm famished.

Hope you brought your appetite because I brewed up enough

farts to feed an army.