So here we are in that man through the good head. Flaming Piggled jar at the wrong house. How could you say that? Could it be gone again? Could move? Moving, is it moving on? Do you want me to move on? Yeah. It didn't blame me. For what? I drove the car. Blame me? I don't understand why you need that. Because until someone wearing your face said it, I didn't realize how much I needed to hear it from you. This is not... It's not ideal. Do you blame me for Phil's death? I can't give you what you want. Why would anyone tell me what I already know? Why would anyone let me have that? No one will let me have that. But you will. You'll say what's in your heart. You want to sell the house, fine. Sell the house. Blame me. Stop it. Blame me? Blame me? Blame me? Stop it. Blame me. Do you blame me? Please just answer the fucking question. Do you blame me?