The Problem of the Guy Named Bill
Martha: [holding gun to forehead, sobbing] I can't go on! My life is meaningless! I'm going to end it all!
Dick: Don't worry! All your problems are solved!
Martha: [straightening up, sniffling] W-What do you mean?
Dick: There's an answer to all of your problems.
Martha: What is it? Tell me!
Dick: Oh, I don't know.
Martha: [putting gun back against forehead] I knew it! There's no hope!
Dick: Well, I don't know the answers, but I know who does.
Martha: Who?
Dick: A guy named Bill.
Martha: You mean Bill from accounting?
Dick: No, a different Bill.
Martha: Bill the janitor?
Dick: No, you don't know him.
Martha: Can you introduce me to him?
Dick: I don't know him either.
Martha: Well, what's his last name?
Dick: I don't know.
Martha: You just made Bill up.
Dick: No, he's real!
Martha: So where is he?
Dick: On vacation. Look: this is a pair of shoelaces that once belonged to Bill. That proves it!
Martha: So how is this supposed to help me?
Dick: Because there's a guy out there that knows the answer.
Martha: So?
Dick: So that proves that the answer exists!
Martha: What proves that the answer exists?
Dick: The fact that Bill knows it!
Martha: Yeah, but I still don't.
Dick: But Bill knows it!
Martha: But I don't know Bill.
Dick: Yeah, but... Bill!
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