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Oh, a proud house. No, the right house. We want to talk to Neil in hair.

I'm from Canada, Waters.

I'm from Canada, Waters.

Fine, anyway, because these two people cut mine front of me and everyone is letting them get away with it.

Then, there, those two people, they're stupid faces.

All right, look, I'm sorry. I don't have my entire life figured out.

Oh my god. It's not like we have all our lives figured out.

I would feel a lot better about giving you the money if you went to a therapist.

You buy your two-year-old daughter, $80 shoes from France, and you're just giving me a hard time.

You know, that's a lot of sex, man, for me.

Well, I would have a lot of sex if I had that much money. I mean, you know, nothing to worry about, no stress.

Hello, and welcome to the This Head Oscar Bus Podcast, the only podcast that ends with a chase through Grand Central Station.

Every week on This Head Oscar Bus, we'll be talking about a different movie that once upon a time had lofty academy award aspirations.

But for some reason or another, it all went wrong.

The Oscar hopes died, and we are here to perform the autopsy.

I am your host, Chris File, and I'm here as always with my personal trainer who tells me about all his sex stuff, Joe Reed.

You casting me as Scott Khan is the nicest thing you've ever said about me.

So I will take that compliment and run with it.

Was worried it would be mean because he's terrible in this movie.

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