He Died with a Felafel In His Hand2001

Danny:
Do you ever wonder if its all a big con Flip?

Flip:
Eh?

Danny:
This. Everything. What if none of it really exists? What if its like some big experiment and we're like ants trapped in a giant petri dish? What if there is a greater intelligence out there and its creating everything purely as a way of stop us going insane on them? What if nothing really exists until we sense it? My room doesn't exist til i walk into it. Front yard doesnt exist till i experience. You don't exist.

Flip:
I don't exist?

Danny:
Well, you could be just a projection of my inner psyche materialised for my brain in order to keep me company.

Flip:
What about the cashmere sweater babes over the road, with their swishy little skirts and all? Would they be from your inner psyche or mine?

Danny:
Probably yours I reckon Flip.