That mythical family again.

Imaginary Princess.

A dragon is a creature of fancy.

A function is attributed to fiction.

Just a lot of pieces of a face that never existed.

Well, we're never going to do it on split weeks and one nighters.

Sold stock in nonexistent oil wells. Cincinnati, Ohio.

(The puppeteer breathes as the puppet moves) (Character speaks in invented language)

Let me explain it.

You might enjoy the awkwardly tight, cut off pajama bottoms with balloons.

I thought they were fairy tales

Well, sort of. Lot of fairy tales mixed in.

The email. Uh, still working on it. It's definitely a free account opened under a fictitious name.

Sal Junior? And that little monkey, Jill?

I don't think there's anything written down in your fake calendar.

This is an online game in which you try to survive an oil shortage.

Yeah, but he had all expensive shit that doesn't exist.

In the glass panels all along is sort of the history of imagination.

So I'd like you to compute the clustering coefficient for a node in this graph.

All the characters in this drama are fictitious.

But I guess that would have been OK if bad guys were make believe too.

It cannot be blind luck or some imaginary relative who saves us.

I'm under the river with those fish.

I proposed a scheme to confuse the imaginary Mr Owen.

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

For these here blind chaps hear uncommon sharp, I'm told.

You okay?

Hammett drew his inspiration for the Maltese Falcon.

You say Nessie is an imaginary being, but I think she exists.

Real or fictitious, doesn't matter.

And the crucifix?

So let me just draw the balance sheet for the fictional company.

I was constantly telling stories at home, which was good, except I told this to imaginary friends around me, which was not so good.

Simply documenting these soon to be demolished structures wasn't enough for me.

All the events described in this story are imaginary.

Release to us, Barabbas. And away with this Man. Crucify Him!

Xander, the cross!

Crucifixes?

So what I'm going to do is randomly assign you to one of two groups.

And it really became the I don't know, you know, it was one of those moments people started laughing at what was going on.

But they found more than they bargain for.

So I went to the professor and I said whats this about, where does this exist?

The gurney, please, Mr. Palmer.

His shadow forms a cross

Help Mama get this thing down.