Lost Highway
Mystery Man: We’ve met before, haven’t we.
Fred Madison: I don’t think so. Where was it you think we met?
Mystery Man: At your house. Don’t you remember?
Fred Madison: No. No, I don’t. Are you sure?
Mystery Man: Of course. As a matter of fact, I’m there right now.
Fred Madison: What do you mean? You’re where right now?
Mystery Man: At your house.
Fred Madison: That’s fucking crazy, man.
Mystery Man: Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.
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"I hate my body, I hate the desert Please let me escape When will I be going home? I hate my husband, I hate my children I'm going to hang myself When will I be going home?" (Xiu Xiu - Suha)