Saigon. Shit. I’m still in Saigon.
Goooooood morning, Vietnam!
Oh, what a beautiful morning!
I Love the smell of napalm in the morning!
Dropping napalm. Follow in order… Dump 'em all.
Operation Dumbo Drop.
Dumbo! You flew! Boy, am I stupid. Why didn’t I think of this before? Your ears! Just look at them, Dumbo! Why, they’re perfect wings!
Like to make a little bet? After all, you’re just a Freshman. Wait till you’re a Sophomore. That’s when you start seeing the little animals. You know that stuff about pink elephants? That’s the bunk. It’s little animals. Little tiny turkeys in straw hats. Midget monkeys coming through the key holes. See that guy over there? With him, its beetles. Come the night, he sees beetles crawling all over him. Has to be dark though.
What is it about the dark? What secret does it hold?
Creatures of the night! Shut up!
Touch-a touch-a touch a touch me
I want to be dirty!
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night
Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me.
A couple of things. Taking a break from my wife, forgetting my son’s birthday and getting paid two million dollars to endorse a whiskey when I could be doing a play somewhere. The good news is, the whiskey works.
Hold your breath and lie down.
Just breathe normally, fellas.
Rule 1 about sex: If you don’t breathe in, a person can do anything for 10 minutes.
If this is foreplay, I’m a dead man.
I take care of my people. You bring 'em trouble, and you’re a dead man. Sleep tight.
One night I’m going to come to you inside of your house or wherever you’re sleeping and I’m going to cut your throat.
The call Is coming from inside the house.