The One with the Dollhouse

Oh, my God. Is this what it's like to be you?

Yes! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

We were all pretty shaken up about it. Am I missing something? I always thought death was supposed to be sad, in a way.

Well, Aunt Sylvia was...not a nice person. She was a cruel, cranky old bitch.

A house for dolls! That is so cool.

When I was a kid, I had a barrel.

You had a barrel for a dollhouse? No, just a barrel.

More of a bathtub-type situation.

Yeah, well, look who's losing weight now, Aunt Sylvia.

Yes, I realize that.

Thanks. It's Gaelic for, 'Thy turkey's done.'

So, what's wrong with him?

Nothing. He's just goofy like that. I actually hardly notice it anymore.

I am here.

Not one that can pee on the roof.

Maybe it's so big because the house was built on radioactive waste.

Well, nobody wants a ghost. But you've got one...because the house is sitting on an ancient Indian burial ground.

Obviously you don't know much about the U.S. Government.

Oh, sorry. I meant Chandler. I know.

Dug my action, did she? Checking out the Chan Chan Man!

That was...surreal.

Come, dinosaur. We're not welcome in the house of no imagination.

The little ones do.

But then they went and dropped you down that elevator shaft. They gave me the shaft, all right.

If you wanna make the boys' bathroom realistic...you're gonna have to put some teeny, tiny porno magazines behind the toilet.

It's a slide instead of stairs. Look.

The licorice room. You can eat all the furniture.

When guests come over, they can stay on the Tootsie Roll-away bed.

Does anyone want to join me in the Aroma Room?

Hey, my father's house does that.

Of course, I didn't enjoy any of that because Joanna's such a big, dull dud!

He came by to pick me up, I opened the door and it was just like, 'click!'

...this magical thing that in the theater we call...committing to the moment!

Which is more than I can say for that sweater you're dating.

You are bad actors! This is a terrible play! I'll see you in the morning.

Yeah, with the mug-painting. I was so listening to that.

Maybe he could slip her the tongue.

Something like that? Yeah. That's pretty much what I had in mind.

And then I knew she was dreaming because her eyes kept going like this:

I wonder why she thinks you're going to call her?

To her face?

Well, they always called. Bite me.

Sophie, will you please climb out of my butt.

'Why hasn't he called, Rachel? Why, why? I don't understand! He said he'd call. Why?' I'm telling you, she's flipped out! She's gone crazy!

She's really dull, and she gets this...gross mascara-goop thing in the corner of her eye!

That's just a lot of big talk. I know.

Hi, Kate. Hi, Lauren. Hi, Lauren. Hi, pig!

By the way...I was just checking the shower massager.

The foster puppets!

Great. I'm looking forward to it.

...mascara goop.

This is great. I'll give you a call. We should do it again!