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Part 4:  Transcripts of The Kids in the Hall Sketches

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Contents:
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  Transcripts/Lyrics         
    4.01)  Transcript of Dr. Seuss Bible
    4.02)  Lyrics to Bim Bam Baby
    4.03)  Hangover Sketch
    4.04)  The Death of Rock -- Bobby vs. Mr Gorgenchuck
    4.05)  Mississippi Gary's Life-After-Death Song
    4.06)  Lyrics to Running Faggot Song
    4.07)  Lyrics to Terrier Song
    4.08)  Lyrics to These Are the Daves I Know Song
    4.09)  The Night Bruce Connected with his Dog (The Dog for Whom I 
           Feel Nothing)
    4.10)  Letter to the Hospital
    4.11)  Tammy Video:  Ain't Gonna Spread for No Roses
    4.12)  Bruce On How To Break Into Show Biz
    4.13)  The Guy with a Good Attitude Towards Menstruation
    4.14)  Buddy:  Actor, Singer, Dancer and Model
    4.15)  Bikini Inspector
    4.16)  Mushroom Boy
    4.17)  I Did Not Find Love...
    4.18)  Celebrity Problems
    4.19)  Sandwich People
    4.20)  Bruce:  The Cause of Cancer
    4.21)  Christ Wasn't a Very Good Carpenter
    4.22)  Stop the World, We Broke up
    4.23)  Open Letter to the Guy That Stole His Bike Wheel/
           Open Letter to the People Who Watched the Guy Steal His Bike 
           Wheel [+]
    4.24)  I'm a Bad Doctor
    4.25)  Communist Threat
    4.26)  On the Subject of Me
    4.27)  Dean and Lex and some Videos
    4.28)  Gavin at the Funeral
    4.29)  Buddy Seeks a New Lover
    4.30)  Daddy Drank
    4.31)  Gavin at the Butcher-shop
    4.32)  Mississippi Gary and Kathie Have it Out
    4.33)  McGillicutty and Greene
    4.34)  Fletcher Christian [+]
    4.35)  Liposuction [+]
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Transcripts and Lyrics
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4.01) Lyrics to Bim Bam Baby

  [originally by Buddy Grecko]
  
  (spoken)
  Hey Man!
  This is the Best-Looking Man in the World...
  
  (sung)
  Get a mip-map-mop and a brim-bram-broom
  And clim-clam-clean up the rim-ram-room,
  Cause your bim-bam-baby's 
  Coming home tonight.
  
  Get my slim-slam-slippers
  And my easy chair,
  Roll your flim-flam-fingers 
  Through my greasy hair,
  And kiss me baby,
  Let me hold you tight.
  
  I been north and south and east and west,
  But even a husband ???? needs some rest.   /* sounds like "honeydon" */
  When I get my jacket and my trousers pressed,
  I gotta foe swall ???? right back to the nest.
  
  Don't you wim-wam-worry
  I'll ???? translate
  I'm gonna ???? shim-sham-shuffle on a frim-fram-freight
  Gimme ???? your bim-bam-baby's 
  Shaking home tonight.
  
  Flim Flam
  A Bim Bam
  Flim Flam
  A Rim Ram
  Shoop Do Wap
  Do Do Ow 
  Doo Do Wah

4.02)  Transcript of Dr. Seuss Bible

  From kurts@infinet.com (Kurt Schroeder) 
  and palah001@maroon.tc.umn.edu (Drew):
  
  And now, the Dr. Suess Bible!
  
  One day God said
  This is what I will do
  I'll send down my son
  I'll send him to you
  To clear up this humpity
  Bumpity hulabaloo
  
  His name will be Christ
  And he'll never wear shoes
  And his pals will all call
  Him the King of the Jews
  
  He didn't come in a plane
  He didn't come in a jeep
  He didn't come in the pouch
  Of a high jumping vo veep
  
  He rode on the back of a black sasatoo
  Which is the blackiest creature
  You ever could view
  
  He rode to Jerusalem
  Home of the grumpity Jews
  Where false prophets are worshipped
  Some even in two's
  
  There was Murrary Von Mer
  And Genghis Vo Vooze
  The one you could worship
  By taking a snooze
  
  Christ spoke from a mound
  Which is a pile of ground
  And people gathered around
  Without making a sound
  And thus he spake
  
  Sin in socks
  Socks full of sin
  How do we quiet this
  Jehoviadin din
  
  Do unto others as
  They do unto you
  That includes you
  Young Timothy Foo
  
  One pharisee said to another he knew
  What do we do with this upitty jew
  We can wash him in wine
  And make him all clean
  And into Sam Zittle's
  Crucifixtion Machine
  
  Twirl the gawhril
  And relase the gavlease
  And in go the nails
  As fast as you please
  
  And it is said that he
  Said as he bled:
  
  Forgive them Father
  For they know not what they do
  
  For they walk through this life
  In toe crampity [crappity?] shoes.
  
  Do you?
  
  Amen.

4.03)  Hangover Sketch

  From kurts@infinet.com (Kurt Schroeder):
  
  The details are cloudly.  Luckily in my haze I took notes.  The events
  I can speak of only now, but I can taste it like it was yesterday.
  The reason I survived?  Perhaps to tell the tale...
  
  The Hangover
  
  Day One.
  At 4:00 p.m. I wake up.  By 9:00 p.m. I can make out shapes.  I swear
  on the bible, although I don't actually own a bible, never again.
  
  Day Two
  I am suprised to find a man asleep on my couch.  He tells me he shares
  the same hangover and that he works with me.  He teaches me this game
  called "Screaming Numbers," and we play until the neighbors complain.
  
  Day Three
  Yay!  I can move my head!  I can move my head!
  
  Day Four
  I take a short walk.  I go to my answering machine.  I check it.  Good
  news.  Only one person called.  Bad news.  It's my girlfriend and she
  called 17 times, referring to herself oddly as my "ex-girlfriend."
  
  Day Five
  Finding a reflective surface, I am happy to note that my teeth have not
  been, in fact, removed with a hunting knife.  I play a game of screaming
  numbers to celebrate.  11! 32! 9!
  
  Day Six
  An angel appears. He brings me a pizza.  He wants only paper for it. How
  beautiful his eyelashes are.  Looking at the pizza I note I am now color
  blind.  I fall asleep thinking of all of the old black and white films I
  have enjoyed--and will watch again.
  
  Day Seven
  Hey, something smells!
  
  Day Eight
  Today I suspect I am not hung over at all, but, in fact, an old man. An
  old man and I have been trapped in a hammock, spun around, and left to
  die.  Left to die by people I do not remember and can't hate them by name.
  
  Day Nine
  Further exploration of my answering machine reveals (although I have no
  recollection of this) I went into work.  I went into work just long
  enough to play a game of screaming numbers and picked up what turned
  out to be my last check.
  
  Day Ten
  Call a press conference. Only Steve Anthony of City TV arrives. I decide
  not to let him in.
  
  Day Eleven
  I go to my ex-girlfriend's house and propose marriage.  She does not
  accept.  Neither does the man she refers to as "the new guy."  After
  three hours she vows to take me back if I vow to stop drinking.  Have
  small drink to celebrate.  Snowflake becomes blizzard.
  
  Day Twelve
  See day one.

4.04)  The Death of Rock -- Bobby vs. Mr Gorgenchuck

  From kurts@infinet.com (Kurt Schroeder):
  
  Bobby:  No, Mr Gorgenchuck, I will not stop rockin' in your classroom.
  You're sittin' there telling me about the food chain, well how about
  the rock chain?  Instead of a cow at the top there's like maybe a
  guitar. Cause Mr. Gorgenchuck, if I don't feel free to rock, be it here
  or anywhere, you might as well cut off my limbs, might as well cut
  off my limbs and mail them to Mother Russia.  Cause if I can't rock, I
  don't want to walk.  If I can't air guitar, I don't want no air at all.
  So, Mr Gorenchuck, if you really want me to stop rockin', I hope
  you're prepared to sand off my face.  Are you sir?  Are you prepared to
  grind me up, burn my bones, and scatter the ashes in the far reaches of
  the universe?  Cause that is what it's gonna take sir.  You and I are
  mortal, but rock and roll will never die.
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  Now that's just where you're wrong Bobby.  Recent
  studies show that rock and roll is, in fact, dying.
  
  Bobby:  What??
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  Popular music has been on the wane since 1974, the
  year of the first Bad Company release.
  
  Bobby:  I have that album.
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  Ha ha ha, of course you do Bob.  You see poor live
  performances by the likes of Chuck Berry and even Jerry Lee Lewis are
  destroying the music that they alledge to celebrate.  And tests show
  that a Beach Boys concert is a very sad thing.  This coupled with the
  growing interest in ethnic music has undermined the support base of the
  music that you and your friends love.
  
  Bobby:  What??
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck: Let's see if I can't put this into terms you'll
  understand. Say you had 12 beer.
  
  Bobby:  Oh, okay all right!
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  All right!  Now let's say that four of those beer rep-
  resent the Pogues, another six represent the Gypsy Kings, and one beer
  is shared by The Chieftains and Lady Smith Black Mombaza.
  
  Bobby:  Hold it, that only leaves one beer.  I'll never get drunk on one
  beer!
  
  Mr Gorgenchuck:  Exactly Bob.  But learn to nurse that beer and before you
  know it, you'll be loving jazz!
  
  Bobby:  Jazz!?  Never!!
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  Tests don't lie Bob.
  
  Bobby:  How long...has rock got?
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  According to a computer model, three years. About the
  time you'll be graduating.
  
  Bobby:  Then I'll live each day like my rockin' last!
  
  Mr. Gorgenchuck:  Where as I will look forward to the dominance of jazz!
  
  Bobby:  Then you sir are my nemesis!
  
  (Mr Gorgenchuck begins to play the flute...)
  
  Bobby:  No!  No!  Ahhhh!

4.05)  Mississippi Gary's Life-After-Death Song

  [Mark as Mississippi Gary]
  
  [spoken]
  You know, recently, I had a heart attack.  For several minutes
  Mississippi Gary was clinically dead.  I was followin' the white light
  to heaven.  Now when I got there, I was given a choice of 17 door.  Now
  behind the first door was a rose, which signified... never mind that. 
  An angel of the Lord then came to me, and give me a 7-sided die, which
  he bade me to roll 12 time.  Now the first roll was a 4, which means
  that the four corners of the world... well never mind that.  Eventually
  I was brought in front of God himself.  Now God was sittin' up on a bar
  stool with an old beat-up guitar.  And he said to me, "Mississippi Gary,
  you is not to be dead yet.  Because I want you to take this here song,
  and play it for all my children on the planet Earth."  So I learned this
  song, and it meant so very much to me, so I like y'all at home to turn
  on your VCR's, so you can learn it and study it.  The words of God.
  
  [sung]
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll,
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll,
  I'm runnin' up a flag without a pole,
  I'm walkin' on a shoe without a sole,
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll.
  
  (OK here i' comes, lesson one.)
  You can't cook an egg unless you got yourself a frying pan.
  (You know it's the truth.)
  You can't cook an egg unless you got yourself a frying pan.
  You shouldn't rob a bank without a plan,
  You shouldn't use your tongue to stop a fan.
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll.
  
  (Now here come lesson number two.)
  Shouldn't wanna do it if you don't want to not do it right.
  Eba-dabba-dooba-daba-deba-daba-do, all right.
  (I ain't makin' this up.)
  You don't go dancin' in the day,
  You don't golfin' in the night.
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll.
  (Yeah.)
  Smokin' on a night train, chewin' on a jelly roll.
  
  Praise the Lord!

4.06)  Lyrics to Running Faggot Song

  From mrtizic@linex.com (Ben Osheroff):
  
  Mark & Bruce: This is a song about a great folk hero.  Running
  free...running free...running faggot. Running faggot running free; 
  see the faggot, see the running faggot, running faggot running free.
  
  Running faggot (Scott): Howdy stripling.
  
  Stripling (Kevin): Howdy....faggot.
  
  RF: Well, what can I do for you?
  
  Stripling: My puppy's hungry, I don't know what to do!
  
  RF: Hm. Why not try feeding it puppy food?
  
  Stripling: Good idea, faggot! Why don't you stick around and see the 
  results?
  
  RF: Nope. Gotta be hitching a ride on the wind.
  
  M&B: Running faggot running free; see the faggot he fed a puppy, 
  running faggot running free.
  
  RF: Howdy, stranger.
  
  Gunfighter (Dave): Good ta see ya, faggot.
  
  RF: Well, what seems to be the problem?
  
  Gunfighter: Well I'll let ya have it straight. We're surrounded on all side 
  by about 10,000 angry Indians, and it looks like there's only (pulls out 
  gun) one way out.
  
  RF: Have you ever thought of talking to them?
  
  M&B: Running faggot running; he stopped the carnage by gettin' folks a
  talkin' 'stead just a sqawkin', sqawkin' and a gawkin', mockin' and a
  rockin', running free.
  
  Rednecks (Dave and Kevin): Yeeeeha! Walkin' talkin' stereotypes! Yeeeha!
  
  Dave: Look what we got here...
  
  Kevin: Got ourselves a pretty little faggot.
  
  Dave: Guess we better beat on him.
  
  Kevin: Guess so.
  
  M&B: Running faggot, running free; see the faggot running from the
  rednecks, running free. Run you faggot run you! Run you faggot run you!
  Run you faggot running free.
  
  Bruce: Godspeed through Texas, faggot.
  
  Mark: Via con Dios, el Faggot.

4.07)  Lyrics to Terrier Song

  From Tom Walsh and lkane@ix.netcom.com (Liz Kane) and 
  redtop@u.washington.edu (Carissa Leeson):
  
  (Dialog)
  
  Kevin (in drag, holding a dog): "I just got him and I love him and I'm 
  going to name him and it's going to be a perfect name 'cause he's the 
  perfect dog and I love him....isn't he great?"
  
  Bruce: "No. I don't like him."
  
  K: "What?"
  
  B: "Sorry"
  
  K: "What's wrong with him?"
  
  B: "He's just not my type of dog...he's just not...a terrier"
  
  (sung by Bruce)
  
  Terriers are my very favourite breed
  They're cute and cuddly and easy dogs to feed
  They'll bring you up whenever you are down
  Terriers average 20 pounds
  When I walk around in this terrier town
  One thing that makes me down
  Is when people put bandanas on their dogs
  
  Terriers are my very favourite breed
  Cute and cuddly, easy dogs to feed
  Terriers were there in the 11th century
  Napoleon had one to prevent misery
  Terriers are good with the aged
  Studies show that they prolong old peoples' lives
  No one wants to die
  Like this guy died
  Die die, die die
  Die die, die die
  Worms eating your eyes
  Bass solo
  
  (Notices women behind him in black bikini's and veils)
  
  Ah, excuse me ladies, you're scantily clad and have nothing
  to do with the narrative. Therefore, it's sexist.  Sorry.
  
  (they go away..)
  
  Wow, that hurt.
  
  You know those mornings that you just can't get out of bed,
  and you call in sick, if you had a job.
  You know those mornings when you just wanna watch TV, eat corn
  chips and masturbate.
  
  Sure you do.
  
  Well, when those days happen..
  what you should do is start thinking about my friends.
  My little furry, waterproof pals.
  You know I'm talking about.....
  
  Les terriers sont mes types favourites
  Jolies, charmantes
  Pas de probleme a maintenir
  Il donnent du joie
  Quand tu es "blue"
  Les terries sont a peu pres
  Vingt livres
  
  Give terriers a chance (Yeh!)
  Do the terrier dance
  No, let's not
  But if you want your love to show
  If you want your love to grow
  Then go terri-, go terri-, go terri- errr
  
  (dialog)
  
  B: "See....your dog just isn't good enough"
  
  K: "I guess you're right.  Go on, Snaxi (sp??), to a brand new life!"

4.08)  Lyrics to These Are the Daves I Know Song

  From meganc@u.washington.edu (Megan Coughlin) and
  modellus@shakala.com (Mark Odell) and
  Tom Walsh:
  
  "These Are the Daves I Know"
   -Bruce McCullough
   
  Spoken: Hi, I'm Bruce McCullough.  I'd like to tell you about the Daves I 
  know.
 
  CHORUS:
  These are the Daves I know, I know
  These are the Daves I know
  These are the Daves I know, I know
  These are the Daves I know
  
  David Hoffman
  He works in my dad's store
  He's worked here for 12 years
  He'll probably work here for (four?) more
  
  CHORUS
  
  Dave Gort
  I've known since I was six
  In grade eight he broke his leg
  So we got drunk and sick
  
  CHORUS
  
  Some of them are Davids
  But most of us are Daves (sung by Dave Gort)
  They all have their own hands
  But they come from different moms
  
  CHORUS
  
  Dave Jadiski
  Man, this cat can swing
  He weighs almost 50 pounds
  And he delivers my paper on time
  
  CHORUS
  
  Dave Capisano
  I hardly know him
  ...
  [Bruce stands around, looking vaguely uncomfortable
  for the rest of the measure]
  
  CHORUS
  
  [Next two measures sung by the Daves Bruce knows]
  We are the Daves he knows, he knows
  We are the Daves he knows
  We are the Daves he knows, he knows
  We are the Daves he knows
  
  Some of us them are Davids
  But most of us are Daves
  We all have our own hands
  But we come from different moms
  
  These are the Daves I know, I know
  We are the Daves he knows, he knows [sung by the Daves]
  These are the Daves [sung by all]
  --------------
  N.B.  Rob Gfroerer (the Vacant Lot) is one of the Daves Bruce knows.

4.09)  The Night Bruce Connected with his Dog (The Dog for Whom I 
       Feel Nothing)

  From lkane@ix.netcom.com (Liz Kane):
  
  I know what people think of me - I do.
  
  They consider me a happy go lucky guy..
  A care free sort.. Full of smiles..
  Brimming with chuckles..  And what not.
  
  Few people realize there is a darker side.
  Few people know that I have been living a sham.
  
  Each night as I go home to my apartment, and my large 
  bowl of popcorn, that I sit in silence with a dog for 
  whom I feel nothing.
  
  Nothing.
  
  Maybe it's my fault for never having named the dog.
  See, I had him for 3 years and I just couldn't think one
  up. The only name that suited him was:
  
  'Small Mammal With Whom I Live a Lie'
  
  I've even given up trying small talk.  Stuff like:
  "So? Hows man's best friend today?"
       (......)
  "Boy, wok cooking sure is harder then it looks."
       (......)
  
  So, we'd sit, with heavy dreaded air between us.
  
  And then, one night, it happened.  I turned my head,
  and saw my dog looking at me.  There we were, locked in
  a stare.  Frozen in time.  And in his eyes, I could see
  my human arrogance reflected back.
  
  "How dare I eat meat!" ...I almost screamed.
  
  (the room grows cloudy with the touching moment.
   They embrace, and dance about the room.)
  
  ... And as quickly as the moment came, it ended.
  
          (dog burps)
  
  The burp, like the moment is now gone forever.  But
  as long as I live, I shall never forget the night I 
  connected with my dog.

4.10)  Letter to the Hospital

  From lkane@ix.netcom.com (Liz Kane):
  
  Hi, eh, just writing a letter to someone in the hospital.  You know it's 
  always kinda hard to find the right words to say.  
  
  You know somehow 'How's the weather in the hospital? sure is nice outside.'
  just doesn't work.
  
  But you gotta try, you know, you gotta show your concern so here's what I got
  so far.
  
  Dear Guy I Clotheslined  As You Went By on Your Bicycle.
  
  You don't know me, but I'm the guy who broke your collarbone.
  Now I've asked myself over and over why did I clothesline that guy. Perhaps I
  watched too much slapstick as a kid and expected you to get up after being
  violently assaulted.  Imagine my confusion when you did not.  Although not
  so confused that I'd actually hang around.
  
  In all fairness, It was pretty funny, I mean the last thing you'd expect
  as you were riding merrily by on your bike is that someone you didn't
  know at all would stick out his arm and crush your throat.
  
  I mean, you really should have seen it, It was just like WAM! BAM!
  (hahaha)
  
  ANY-WAY....
  
  In closing, as you lay there convalescing in your hospital be, I'm forced
  to wonder 'What were you doing riding your bike on the sidewalk anyway, 
  Huh, ya asshole?  side-WALK!
  
  Maybe sometimes we bring heartache upon ourselves.
  
  Signed, the guy that collapsed your trachea.
  
  Thanks

4.11)  Tammy Video:  Ain't Gonna Spread for No Roses

  From redtop@u.washington.edu (Carissa Leeson):
  
  (Dialog)
  
  Mark: (laughing)
  Bruce (Tammy): Right....
  M: You know, Tammy, I think you do rally great songs.  Hey, here's my 
  business card with my work number on it [puts it in her hand].  Here you 
  go... you know, in case you have any questions, any problems, or, uh, you 
  know, you just want to...talk....
  B: Right.
  M: So, did you, uh, get the roses?
  B: Roses?
  M: Yeah, the roses.
  B: Why would you send me roses?
  M: Well, as a token of _my_ appreciation for _you_.  You know, in case 
  you wanted to get together late one night to....talk.  You 
  know....roses.... [leans down, lips puckered]
  B: [puts fingers to Mark's lips] Stop  (music starts)
  
  Do I want love?
  Of course I do
  But do you think I'm so dumb
  That I'd go out with you?
  
  Na, na, no, no, neh-eh-eh-ver
  I'm, I'm, naw-awt go-on-na spread
  I'm not gonna spread for no roses!
  
  I'm not gonna spread for you 
  You gross old man
  Your aftershave wreaks
  You buy your tan
  
  (She's not gonna peel for no buds, bud)
  
  Na, na, no, no, neh-eh-eh-ver
  I'm, I'm, naw-awt go-on-na spread
  I'm not gonna spread for no roses!
  
  I'm not gonna spread for you 
  You gross old man
  Your aftershave wreaks
  You buy your tan
  
  (This girl don't put out for no foliage, friend[??])
  
  (spoken)
  Businessman #1: Call me...soon
  Businessman #2: My wife will be out of town for 40 minutes -- let's get 
      together and....talk.
  Businessman #3: Hey, there's lots of bad guys out there; I can point them 
      out to you.
  Mark:  I run a charity -- we collect panties.
  
  Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk soon
  Talk talk soon
  Talk talk soon
  
  Joan of Ark never did
  Laura Secord never did
  Gloria Steinem did once
  But them she felt sad
  
  I'm not gonna spread for no roses
  (Better dead than spread)
  I'm not gonna spread for no roses
  (Better dead than spread)
  I'm not gonna spread for no roses
  (Better dead than spread)
  I'm not gonna open my legs for no roses
  (Better dead than spread)
  
  Do you want love?
  Of course you do
  But if you want love
  Shouldn't it be your wife you talk to?
  
  (Dialog)
  B: So, what do you think?
  M: I like the new video
  Businessman #1: Tastefully done -- tasteful use of crotch shots.
  M: Class act, hmmmm...
  Businessman #2: I'd better call my wife
  Businessman #1: Me, too
  M: Me, too

4.12)  Bruce On How To Break Into Show Biz

  From redtop@u.washington.edu (Carissa Leeson):
  
  Listen -- I'm no role model. I don't give advice.  But over the last 
  couple of years I've received a lot of letters, all with the same 
  questions: Bruce, how do you get started in comedy, you know, acting and 
  writing?  And what advice do you have for someone trying to break in? OK, 
  here it goes...
  
  First of all, I guess if you're in school, make jokes.  Don't worry about 
  it if your teachers like it or not.  The only teacher you should listen 
  to anyway is your English teacher.  But not too much, because, remember -- 
  No One Understands You [flashes on screen].  Education is not your 
  friend.  Neither is sleep; you won't need it where you're going.  Instead 
  of studying, try listening to tragically loud music daily.  And be strict 
  with yourself -- you gotta do it everyday!  
  
  You know, now that I think about it, I think it's very important to let 
  liquor be the wind beneath your wings.  Yeah, I guess I'd have to advise 
  drinking a lot with guys like Calvin Renny (SP???) and Terry Rockio and 
  pissing out the back of a fast-moving truck. Oh, and if a policeman goes 
  by, try doing this under your breath: "Pig pig oink oink bacon sandwich 
  at 2:00".  Now, get a lot of experience coming home drunk.  Stand up to 
  your dad; he may tower over you now, but as be begins to shrink, you pick 
  your day.
  
  It's very important that you begin to juggle lovers.  Remember: ["No One 
  Understands You" flashes on screen].  
  
  I think it would be helpful to get a lot of dead-end jobs in warehouses 
  with linear thinking racist pigs who will teach you only one thing: how 
  to steal.
  
  Did I mention piss out the back of a fast-moving truck? Oh, I did -- OK 
  -- Then move to the biggest city you can find, get the smallest apartment 
  you can find, keep your underware in a bowl in the fridge, never answer 
  your phone, never remember your family's birthdays, never make it home 
  for Christmas, think a lot about vampires, death and sex with your 
  friends' mothers.....or fathers -- you figure it out, I did.  Wear a 
  crash helmet around just in case, watch your friends get married and grow 
  beards to cover their puffy, compromising faces...then get a TV show.
  
  I guess I'd have to say that that's my only advice.

4.13)  The Guy with a Good Attitude Towards Menstruation

  From lkane@ix.netcom.com (Liz Kane):
  
  Hi, my name's Dave Foley, and, uh, something you might not know about me 
  is that .. I have a good attitude towards menstruation.  Thats right,
  I'm the guy!  The guy with a good attitude towards menstruation!
  
  Oh, I know a lot of men are made uncomfortable by this monthly miracle.
  But not me.  No, I embrace it.  Embrace it the way the way some men 
  embrace the weekend!  Why I anticipate it the way a child anticipates
  Christmas!
  
  Did you know that, uh, in alot of native Indian cultures, menstruating
  woman were forced to leave the village, less they're *powerful* magic
  should overwhelm the Shaman?  If I were Shaman, I wouldn't be so
  competitive.  I'd be more open and giving.  I'd be a shaman with... 
  a good attitude towards menstruation!
  
  'Cause after all, what is it? a cluster of blood vessels, awaiting
  a fertilized egg.  Providing a safe warm place for that egg to grow.
  And if a life does not occur, the whole thing is flushed away, and 
  the cycle begins again.  Now is that anything to be ashamed of or
  disgusted by?  No, this is the nesting stuff of humanity!
  
  Thats why the woman I shall love will be able to menstruate as fully and
  freely as she desires.  Even if her monthly flow should build in
  intensity to a raging rust colored torrent!  An unbridled river of life
  giving blood flowing from between her legs!  An awesome cataract plunging
  off the edge of our couch.  I wouldn't be fazed! No, no, even if coureur 
  de bois would come up stream, battling the rapids, and singing
  a 'jaunty song'!  I would take no offense, rather I would ford across
  that mighty womanly river, and fetch herbal tea and Pamprin.  And then
  I would mop her brow and admire her fecundity.  For I...Have A Good
  Attitude....Towards MENSTRUATION!

4.14)  Buddy:  Actor, Singer, Dancer and Model

  From lkane@ix.netcom.com (Liz Kane):
  
  Show business is full.....
  
  .of actors, singer, dancers, and models..
  
  and then there's ME...
  
  Actor, Singer, Dancer, Model....
  
  CANADIAN!....
  
  I can make the word Canadian sound sexy!
  
  Most people think I'm from the States, and even worse, they thing I'm 
  from New York, because I'm sooo sexy.  But, New York isn't sexy, it's
  Sleazy!
  
  Americans know as much about Canadians as straight people do about
  Gays.  Americans show up at the border with ski's in July, and
  straight people think that being gay is just a phase....
  
  A very loooong phase....
  
  When I'm over seas, and people mistake me for an American, I'm as 
  outraged as when I'm mistaken for straight!  No one wants to know that
  I'm gay and even less want to know I'm Canadian.
  
  On my resume, my agent replaced the word 'Gay' with 'Blond'.  And...
  'Canadian' with 'Outdoorsy'.  So.... I replaced 'Outdoorsy' with
  'Blowzy'.  Which makes me a 'Blowzy Blond'!
  
  I get all the best friend roles.  I'm in this new American picture
  'Millennium'.  It's a 'Big Budget Science Fiction Thriller' staring
  Cheryl Ladd.  You see, one day some American thought:
  
  'Hey, I want to make a terrible movie in Canada, everybody else has!'
  
  I play the best friend of the time gate operator.  He as one line,
  but he says it directly to me!  The movie is full of Canadian
  actors with one line.
  
  It's great!  It won't make a dime!
  
  It's a big hoopla down south over some Wag burning the flag...
  
  OH JESUS...
  
  I don't know what all the fuss is about, we burn the flag all the 
  time, to keep warm... Is it cold in here, or is it just me...
  I seem to be catching a bit of cold 
  (pulls out Canadian flag hankie and sneezes)
  Oh Jesus...
  
  Lucky I didn't blow my pope's nose...
  
  Reminds me of the time that Ann Murray and James Baldwin were 
  sharing a smart cocktail at her cottage in Parry Sound.  And Ann said 
  to James 'It must be hard enough being Black and gay, imagine if you 
  were also Canadian, eh!

4.15)  Bikini Inspector

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Cierski):
  
  Bruce:
  
  I'm a bikini inspector. It's not a joke, I inspect bikinis. It's my job.
  You know, I see a lot of guys on the beach wearin' "Bikini Inspector"
  t-shirts.  But they're not real bikini inspectors, they just wish they
  were, for some weird reason.  I don't know why anyone would pretend to be a
  bikini inspector.  It's a menial job.  You gotta take a bus there every
  day.  There's an hour right there. You work in a dank factory, you gotta
  inspect four or five thousand units, your eyes start to go buggy and
  squinty.  Shift work too, ya know?  And for that you make, well, let's just
  say the amount of money I make's my own business.  Although I do make
  somewhere around $8.67 an hour.  Bikini inspector.  The only job worse than
  that is the job I had in Collingwood, Ontario.  Workin' in the woods.  I
  was on the beaver patrol.  Rotten job, mud in your boots, trapsin' through
  the underbrush lookin' for beaver dams that are cloggin' up the irrigation
  system.  One beaver even bit my thumb.  But it's all par for the course on
  the beaver patrol.  You know, I'd go out after work, beaver bites all over
  my thumbs, go to a bar for a quick drink, and I'd see guys there wearin'
  t-shirts that said my job on them.  But not like other rotten jobs, like
  "Fry cook" or "Night security guard at an out of the way mall."  So, I'd be
  sittin' there, tryin' to find pride in my work, wearin' my beaver patrol
  t-shirt, and the women stare at ya.  Well, I'm sorry ma'am, if I'm not a
  doctor, but thems the breaks.  One woman even bit my thumb.  But I'm
  gettin' out of here.  Tryin' to get on as a "Muff Diver."  Read it on a
  t-shirt.  I don't know what it is, but, that job can't be much worse than
  what I'm doin' now, eh?  Eh?  Yeah....

4.16)  Mushroom Boy

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Cierski):
  
  Mark:
  
  Hello!  I was the mushroom boy.  Ever since I was very young, I've been
  able to tell all the different types of mushrooms apart.  It came to me
  naturally.  Why, when I was 12 I went on a national tv talent show and
  identified 36 types of mushrooms blind-folded.  All Belgium was enraptured
  with me.  I won a case of truffles, and a pet pig, and I was sent out on a
  tour of all the biggest mushroom farms in Europe.  Why, I even had a soup
  named after me, with my face staring right out at you from the label.  Oh,
  though, too bad, I gambled all my money on a new health product.  This:
  Muffin Juice.  The unfiltered juice of freshly squozen muffins.  (Pours,
  drinks)  Mmmmm!  It should have worked, but, it didn't.  Anyway, till this
  day if you go to a mushroom farm in Belgium and say, "Hey, do you know who
  Leon Van Dyke is?"  They'll say, "Yes, I do!  He was the mushroom boy!"
  Well, good-bye!

4.17)  I Did Not Find Love...

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Cierski):
  
  Bruce:
  
  I'm gonna slow things down a bit.
  Where was the love my horoscope promised?  I have looked under my
  mattress where I keep things, hidden.  There was no love for me in the
  corridors of power.  I found no love in the bar.  Just songs about love and
  bourbon, lots of bourbon.  There was no love in volunteer work, in "just
  being myself."  I found no love in bank line-ups, in the sports section of
  my daily newspaper.  I found no love in the Canadian praries, just farmers.
  Farmers with their own problems, and used farm equipment.  I did not find
  love on the phone, just a network of the un-loved, with something called
  "call waiting."  I did not find love at Eaton Center, just bargain hunters,
  bargain hunting.  I found no love at the Karoake club, I think.  See, I
  couldn't make it inside.  Noone needs love quite that badly.  There was no
  love in the VIP room of the Big Bop.  Just me and a bowl of peanuts, and
  Bryan Adams.  I talked to the bowl of peanuts all night, if you know what I
  mean.  Would you believe I actually looked for love in the health food
  store?  There I only found women buying steroids disguised as sea kelp.
  There was no love for me in the day care industry, just hard women dressed
  in pink.  I found no love at the antique market, just hopeless couples
  muttering about the family unit, the family unit, the family- shut up.  I
  found no love in burning the bottom of my feet with Cigarellos.  Just a
  certain amount of artistic satisfaction.  I found no love in the
  hollowed-out belly of a dead elk.  Just warmth, and quiet.  But then the
  questions: "Hey, why are you in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk?  Are
  you in there because of love?"  And always, "You know if you're homeless,
  man, you cannot sleep there."  There is no love in writing about love, only
  a deadline.

4.18)  Celebrity Problems

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Cierski):
  
  Scott:
  
  Hello viewing audience.  Right now, I'm at a pretty interesting stage in my
  career, because I'm just a little bit famous, somewhere between Pauly Shore
  and the Maytag repairman.  As a celebrity becomes more famous, he or she is
  assigned more responsibility by the media.  Eventually they reach the stage
  where they get to talk in public about their terrible childhoods.  Experts
  say that this helps commoners come to grips with their own similar
  problems, by identification with a celebrity.  Until a celebrity
  experiences a tragedy, it doesn't exist.  That's why AIDS didn't exist
  until Rock Hudson got it.  Befor that, it was just a lot of fags collapsing
  from dance floor exhaustion.  Before celebrities, people didn't have
  terrible childhoods, they just grew up.  Nobody made a big deal out of
  child abuse or incest.  You had sex with your father, you moved on.  Don't
  get me wrong, I think it's great that there are celebrities out there who
  through their openness about their own lives, help all of us come to a
  greater understanding about our own common humanity.  But this path is not
  for everyone.  Each celebrity is like a, a snowflake.  This snowflake will
  never burden you with stories of his hideous childhood, no matter what the
  financial recompense.  I love my grotesque family too much to drag them
  through a public spotlight for fun and profit.  You see, I just don't feel
  any need to talk publicly about my own teen years as a hustler, or my
  allegiance to the devil.  Please, please just let me remain a private man
  in a public business.  To all you other celebrities out there publicly
  struggling with alcoholism, bulimia, or lazy bladder (not me), I salute
  you. Through your courage, you help all of us feel just a little bit better
  about our own pathetic and blighted lives.  Thank you Oprah, Rosanne,
  Suzanne, Axl, Latoya, ...(sobbing)...cut,cut!

4.19)  Sandwich People

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Cierski):
  
  Bruce:
  
  It's so sad.  People and their sandwiches.  People looking forward to
  eating their sandwiches.  You know, they'll be working or doing something
  really stupid like polishing their furniture, and they'll say, "Oh, things
  aren't so bad, at least I've got that sandwich to look forward to." And
  then around noon, or maybe ten a.m., they'll take out their sandwich, and
  take little tiny bites of that thing, and think about tiny little pieces of
  change that would make them happy.  You know, if they could only lose 4 or
  5 pounds, if the movie they'd seen the night before could only be slightly
  better.  They don't ask much, the sandwich people.  Sad as snake-snot.  The
  only thing sadder than the sandwich people are the poo people.  You know,
  the poo people, adults who sleep alone every night, but every day you see
  them walking their 3 pound dogs.  If it were a fish, you'd throw it back.
  But they love it, and they walk it.  They walk it with little plastic bags
  on their hands, waiting for their little 3-pounder to have his poo.  And
  when he does, they pick it up, and feel that heat in their hand, as if to
  say to themselves, "I am alive!"  The only thing sadder than the poo people
  are the happy people.  Yeah, the happy people, you know, sitting in their
  cars, smiling at police, keeping their change in their wallets, remembering
  people's birthdays, pleased as punch they didn't get murdered.  Sad, sad,
  sad are the happy people.  I guess the only thing sadder than the happy
  people, are the Village People.  Yes, the Village People are the very
  saddest of all.  They can't believe they wrote that song about the YMCA,
  they've never been to the YMCA.  That cowboy doesn't want to be a cowboy
  anymore, he wants to be a grown up.  Right now he's in some town, doing
  bizarre choreographed moves, thinking to himself, "Well, at least I've got
  that sandwich to look forward to."

4.20)  Bruce:  The Cause of Cancer

  From pambb@cypress.mcsr.olemiss.edu (Michael Brian Baggett):
  
  DF:  Hi, uh . . . my name is David Foley, and uh . . . . [pause due to 
  applause] thank you. . .thank you very much.  That's very kind of you, very 
  kind of you.  Uh . . . I was just wanting to . . . uh , tell you about 
  something that's happened. . . uh, during this week of rehearsals, something 
  we sort of came across, something, well . . . we, sort of, discovered.  
  Um, uh... and certainly nothing we ever expected to do as a comedy troupe, 
  and I'm sure it's nothing you, as a comedy audience, ever expected to hear 
  from a comedy troupe.  Ok, here it is... uh, we discovered the cause of 
  cancer.  [laughter, applause]  I guess, uh, the [stammering]  best thing to 
  do is to just bring Bruce out here.  Bruce, are you there?  Bruce McCulloch, 
  ladies and gentlemen.  Bruce McCulloch.
  [applause as Bruce wanders out on stage, waving to the audience]
  DF:  Bruce has something that he'd like to say to everyone.  Go ahead, Bruce.
  BM:  Hi.
  DF:   Go on, Bruce.
  BM:  Hi.
  DF:  Just do it, Bruce.  Come on. [The two of them argue slightly]
  BM:  OK, you asked me. . .
  DF:  Well, just do it. . . 
  BM:  Fine.  I'll do it . . .
  DF:  Just go.
  BM:  Dave Foley, ladies and gentlemen.
  [applause]
  DF:  No, just do it, Bruce. You're wasting a lot of time. Bruce McCulloch 
  would like to say something.
  BM:  I'm sorry I caused all that cancer.
  [laughter]  I didn't realize it was such a hideous disease.
  [more laughter.  Dave looks bewildered]
  DF:  [angry]  I suppose you think that makes it, OK?  'I'm sorry I caused all 
  that cancer. . .' you don't even sound like you mean it, Bruce.  
  BM:   Dave, you asked me to apologize and that's just what I did.
  DF:  I'm sorry.  Well, in rehearsal you sounded like you meant it, it sounded 
  like you were actually remorseful about what you had done, but this was 
  pretty, pretty lame, Bruce.  I think you should apologize like you really 
  mean it.
  BM:  [hurt]  Fine, David.  I'm sorry I caused all that throat cancer and all 
  that bowel cancer.  I was just on a roll . . .  
  DF:  . . . and?
  BM:  and I won't do it again.
  DF:  Thank you, Bruce.
  [applause]

4.21)  Christ Wasn't a Very Good Carpenter

  From schen@a1.mec.mass.edu (Sarah Chen):
  
    Hi!  As I'm sure you're all aware, there's a movement amongst
  archaeologists to attempt to reconcile the biblical account of history
  with the archaeological record.  Now, I'm an intellectually curious
  young man with, let's face it, no real job.  So, I've done some
  exploring of my own in this vain.  The Bible tells us that Christ was
  trained as a carpenter.  But in my most recent digs, I've found
  artifacts that show He was not a very good carpenter.
  
    This chair, for example.  One of the legs is significantly shorter than
  the other.  This causes a certain degree of _wobbling_ and a more subtle
  defect, no lower back support.  Over here we have a table.  Now this
  table has only two legs.  Now, I've conferred with many leading
  contemporary carpenters and they all agree that three is the bare
  minimum required for stability.  Observe. [lets go of table and it falls
  down].  Even taking into account the primitive times, this portrays a
  shocking lack of craftsmanship.  Now over here we have this, and
  frankly, I have no idea what this is.  For a while I thought it might be
  a spice rack of some sort.  But watch.  If I take this jar of crushed
  cumin seed and place it here...[jar rolls off onto the floor]  Clearly,
  if it is a spice rack, it is not a spice rack of the best ilk.
  
    Conclusions:  Yes, Christ was a great philosophical and religious leader;
  perhaps, even as some maintain, the Savior or Messiah.  But it seems
  clear that He had few career options.  As a carpenter, He was
  incompetent.  He would've been unable even to construct the simple
  crucifix upon which ultimately He met his martyrdom.  Now, I know that
  these views are going to be controversial.  But I am also aware that if
  Christina Applegate were to express them wearing a halter top, you'd eat
  it up.  Thanks!

4.22)  Stop the World, We Broke up

  From Tom Walsh:
  
  (Song) - by Bruce
  
  Ouuch
  Stop the world, we broke up
  I'll get my records, then I'll get off
  
  Love leaks out in the back of my head
  She broke up and left me for dead
  
  [Wipes tear from cheek, shows it on his index finger, spoken] A real tear
  
  Like a monster truck across my heart
  She did donuts while I watched
  
  [In telephone booth, spoken] Operator, listen.  If you won't cut in, will you
  at least tell me if she's talking to another guy?
  
  Going to shave my head, start a gang
  Join the army, move to Spain
  
  [Music stops, spoken] Country and Western music.  I understand it now.
  
  Run through the night, let it cleanse me
  [Cries, can't finish line]
  
  Girls  [x10]
  Laura
  Girls  [x3]
  
  [To the operator, spoken] It was a mutual thing.
  
  [To a pigeon that lands at his feet, spoken] You may be free like her, but
  you're not ... Laura
  
  [Video - shots of Bruce playing guitar on a hill overlooking the city 
  (Toronto?) interspersed with shots of Laura smoking and kissing another guy]

4.23) Open Letter to the Guy That Stole His Bike Wheel

  From janet_langdon@magic.ca (Janet L. Langdon):
  
  [Monologue by Bruce] "And now Bruce McCulloch with an open letter to the
  guy that stole his bike wheel" [spoken by Scott] [Bruce enters, bike
  lowered from above] [Lots of "Ah"s from the audience] 
  Well, why did you do it? Are you some sort of jerk or something? It's *my*
  front wheel! What did you think, that I'd -- drive home and not notice it
  was stolen? What are you then? Some sort of *prick*? Some sort of idiot?
  Some sort of thief? What would you do with just my front wheel anyway? What
  good would just one wheel be? You human loser! Well, why didn't you buy your
  own wheel if you wanted one so badly. That's what I did. [Music starts as
  Bruce turns away and stops when he turns back.] Well, don't you think I need
  that wheel? Well, well, what were you thinking? JERK! 
  "That was Bruce McCulloch with an open letter to the guy that stole his
  bike wheel." [spoken by Scott] 
  
  Open Letter to the People Who Watched the Guy Steal His Bike Wheel
  
  From Tom Walsh:
  
  [Monologue by Bruce]
  
  "And now Bruce McCulloch with an open letter to the people who watched the 
  guy steal his bike wheel" [spoken by Scott]
  
  [Bruce enters, bike lowered from above] Well, you knew it wasn't his
  wheel!  What did you think?  He was coming back for the rest of his bike
  later?  Well, why didn't you do something?  Why didn't you say
  something?  You human piece of apathy!  Why didn't you say, "Hey! That's
  not your wheel!  That could be Bruce McCulloch's wheel!  We love him!
  And he loved that wheel!"  Just eatin' brunch.  Well, didn't you think I
  needed it?  I did!  Well, look at that!  Feast on that act of violence! 
  Good work, Einstein!  Pus!
  
  "That was Bruce McCulloch with an open letter to the people who watched 
  while the guy stole his bike wheel." [spoken by Scott]
  
  [Bumper video of Bruce walking his incomplete bike.]

4.24)  I'm a Bad Doctor

  From schen@a1.mec.mass.edu (Sarah Chen):
  
  [Dave]
  
  Wanna know something?  I'm a bad doctor.  I'm not boasting.  I mean, who
  would?  Just stating a fact that I've never really gotten the hang of
  the whole healing-the-sick thing.  And don't interpret this as some sort
  of false modesty. No, I'm homogeneously unqualified to practice medicine
  in any capacity.  I *really* don't have a clue.  And no one could be
  more shocked than me that I've been allowed to rise to a position of
  such importance and responsibility.
  
  I guess it all started in high school where I was a very bad science
  student.  One day when we were supposed to be dissecting a frog, I
  accidentally disassembled my desk.  Oh, but, you know, I was a popular
  kid.  You know, the other students were always eager to help me out.  So
  you know, during a test whenever I'd get that *confused* look on my face
  - which was invariably - well, the cheat notes would just start flying! 
  Even the teachers would start whispering answers, you know, *ahem*
  mitochondria...  But I didn't worry about it.  I figured, how far could
  you coast on charm?  Well, pretty far, actually!
  
  They just offered me the job of Chief of Surgery.  Apparently, I've
  logged more hours in surgery than any other man my age.  Four thousand
  hours this year alone.  What no one seems to have noticed that it was
  all with the same patient.
  
  Oh, I want to show you something.  You know what this is?  Urine. Another
  man's urine.  I ask for it, and they give it to me!  I don't know what
  to do with it!  I've got a fridge full of this stuff.  I mean, I suppose
  I could send it out to the lab, but they'd only send back a lot of test
  results that I couldn't possibly understand.
  
  The only thing I'm actually sorta good at is referrals.  You know that
  thing where doctors send patients to other doctors.  Well, I'm the king
  of referrals.  What I do is I call the, uh, the sick person into my
  office, and I stare for a long time really seriously at this blank sheet
  of paper.  Then I say, "Hmmm.  I'd like you to see someone.  He's a
  specialist in this area." (laughs)  There are specialists who have their
  whole career based on my referrals.  I am the cornerstone of a medical
  empire.  (sighs)  Well, I really should be going.  I've gotta tell the
  family that the patient didn't make it - hardest part of being a
  doctor...I think!

4.25)  Communist Threat

  From stc108@psu.edu (Scott Thomas Cierski):
  
  Dave:
  
          Let sleeping dogs lie.  I say, NO!  And you know what sleeping dogs
  I'm referring to, don't you?  No?  Well, let me refresh your memory.
  Russains!  That's right, Russians, ruskies, communists, COMM-UN-ISTS!  Oh
  now you remember?  Well, do you also remember how a few years ago all we
  ever talked about was how the Russians were gonna take over the world, and
  how every household would be run by communisis and their filthy communism.
  Oh yeah, we feared the Russians back in them days, and for good reason too,
  but now all I ever hear is, "Poor little Russia, they've got no money!",
  "Poor little Russia, they've gone broke!"  Poor little Russia THIS, and poor
  little Russia THAT!  Don't you get it?  Am I the only one who gets it?  It's
  a trick.  Communism never dies, communism is a cancer, a cancer sleeping,
  awaiting the moment to devour our freedom, to devour democracy. 
          Oh, I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking this guy's just
  some right wing paranoid reactionary who had a horrible upbringing and whose
  father beat him every day with a Bible well maybe that's true but it never
  did me any harm!  All I'm saying is, a few years ago, people used to listen
  to me.  I fit in.  Well listen to me now.  The Russians, they're gonna try
  to take over the world again, don't you forget that for one second friend or
  else go find yourself lining up for toilet paper in some godless world!  
          There's one more thing I'd like to say.  Killer bees!  Forgot about
  them, didn't ya?  Well that's just what they want us to do!  That's right,
  the Russian communists, the killer bees, they're like this! (fingers
  crossed)  So when people say to me let sleeping dogs lie, I say to them,
  friend, sleeping dogs...they eventually wake up...and chew out the throat of
  democracy!  Don't you think I don't know what you're up to, Russia.  Don't
  think that I'm unaware of the fact that Kevin McDonald or should I say, Ivan
  Chovsky, is one of you!  (K [muffled under gag]: He's crazy!)  Crazy like a
  fanatic fox I mean!  Down reds!  One man one vote! ....        

4.26)  On the Subject of Me

  From Tom Walsh:
  
  Narrator:  On the Subject of Me
  
  At the age of 10, I became convinced that I was the lead soprano for the New
  York Metropolitan Opera.  Nothing could dissuade me.  Until the Times tore 
  me to shreds.
  
  [Video:  Milking cow and whitewashing fence]
  
  ------
  
  Narrator:  On the Subject of Me
  
  If I was stranded on a desert island, and I could only have one person, one
  book, and one record with me, I'd probably die of exposure.
  
  [Video:  Caricaturist draws Dave]
  
  ------
  
  Narrator:  On the Subject of Me
  
  For years, I've had this reoccuring dream in which I have a mustache.  I know
  it doesn't sound so bad, but, I swear, I'm afraid to go to sleep.
  
  [Video:  Checking oil in car, wiping dipstick on hand]
  
  ------
  
  Narrator:  On the Subject of Me
  
  My spleen is twice the size of a normal human spleen.  This isn't such a big
  deal right now, but after I'm dead, there's going to be a bidding war.
  
  [Video:  Overamorous Dave kissing girlfriend]
  
  ------
  
  Narrator:  On the Subject of Me
  
  I was a Caesarean birth because my mother always liked that hairstyle
  
  [Video:  Feeding waterfowl loaves of bread]

4.27)  Dean and Lex and some Videos

  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
    
  Dean (Kevin), Lex (Dave)
  
  Kevin: "Hey videos.  Awright.  _Mahogany_.  I hear it's [?????]'s best movie.
   Could I borrow it?" 
  Dave: [pissed but can't articulate it] "I haven't seen it yet." 
  K: "Tell ya what.  I'll see it tonight and bring it to ya first thing
  tomorrow."  
  D: "Promise?"
  K: "Will do."  
  [Cut to next day, at the supermarket.  Dean is absently applying price
  stickers to cans of produce.]  
  D: "Did you bring my video back?" 
  K: "Slipped my mind.  But I feel awful about it.  I tell ya what I'll do:
  I'll bring the video tomorrow, plus I'll buy ya one.  Do ya have _The
  Godfather_?
  D: "No. So you'd really do that?" 
  K: "Will do."  
  [Next day; Dean is mopping the supermarket floor.  Lex is getting
  apprehensive.]  
  D: "So, did you bring my videos?" 
  K: "Slipped my mind. "
  D: "Should I even ask about _The Godfather_?" 
  K: "Don't bother."
  D: "Man, this is starting to cost me money, ya know.  Soon the video store
  is going to be on my ass and rightly so, 'cause when you rent a video,  you
  enter into a sacred trust!"
  K: "I tell ya what.  Let's have dinner tonight.  Pesto's at eight.  I'll
  bring the video, I'll bring _The Godfather_; you know that Paul Simon album
  you've been wanting me to tape?  I'll tape it and bring that too, *and*
  dinner's on me.  
  D: [Feeling like a jerk]  "You don't have to bother with all that; just bring
  me the video."
  K: "No, I want to.  I'm just sick about the whole thing."  
  D: "OK.  Pesto's at eight."
  K: "Will do."  
  [Cut to night; it's after 9:30, and Dean is nowhere to be found.]
  Waiter: "Would you care to order, sir?" 
  D: "Could I have another brasket of bed please?"  
  [yes, brasket of bed; Lex is a gallon of nerves in a quart jar.  Dean walks
  by the front window of Pesto's with his girlfriend.]
  Girlfriend: "So, you'll bring the condoms tomorrow? 
  K: "Will do." 
  D: "Hey!  What up, huh!" [Almost hits Dean, but can't bring himself to] You
  were supposed to meet me at the restaurant at eight, where were  you?!?" 
  K: "Slipped my mind.  But I feel horrible about the whole thing."  
  D: "No!  I don't want to hear it!  You're the king of empty promises!  What
  we're gonna do now, is we're gonna go to your place and get my stuff,
  understand?!"  
  K: "I have to take my friend [the girl] home first, but I tell you what I'll
  do.  I'll bring your _Mahogany_ video, [Lex starts to shake his head; he's
  *not having it*] the _Godfather_ video, the Paul Simon tape, a bottle of
  Scotch, *and* a written apology.  I'll meet ya in a half hour."
  [Lex stops shaking head abruptly]  
  D: "OK.  Sorry I had to crack the whip."  
  K: "Forget it."  
  [Dean and girlfriend board a Greyhound.]  
  Girlfriend: "Shouldn't you've told him I live in Winnipeg?" 
  K: "Slipped my mind."

4.28)  Gavin at the Funeral

  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Gavin (Bruce), Gavin's dad (Kevin), and Murray (that old guy)
  
  Dave: "Now I see the tragic side of dance marathons.  We were this close to
  winning."  
  Bruce:  "I don't know why you're blubbering, she was *my* mom." 
  [A female relative gives Gavin a casserole, which sparks:] 
  B: "Why are you giving me this, cause you don't know how to communicate with
  me, cause my Mom is dead?  [sets down the casserole]  Mosquitoes live for
  only one day, you know, so if they skip breakfast, I guess they had a bad
  childhood.  If death is the great teacher, then what about my science teacher
  Mr. Gorgenchuck?  Who, when you leave the fan on, his ears whistle.  So we
  always leave the fan on."  
  [Enter Gavin's dad (Kevin), a ne'er do well who does his hair like he's the
  second coming of Elvis.]  
  B: "Hi Dad.  Are you out on probation? ... Dad, this kid at school, he still
  has a mom, and that can't be fair, cause she ever eats is vodka, and coffee,
  and *bridge mix*."  
  K: "My little son,  my little seed.  My little, um..."
  B: "Legal responsibility?" 
  K: "Would you wait right here a minute, son?" 
  B: "Where are you going, to steal a car?" 
  K: "Gavin, this is Sheila [Scott in a horrid canary yellow skirt and jacket,
  with Peg Bundy red hair put up].  Now Sheila and I have been writing letters
  during my time in jail, and  I got the day off for the funeral, so I figured
  I'd kill two birds with one  stone.  Gavin, this is your new mom!" 
  [Gavin starts to get apoplectic.]  
  K: "I don't want to think of her as your new Mom, so much as a stranger  in
  the kitchen wearing your old mom's clothes.  And filling them out a  bit
  better too, I might add."  
  S: "Hi there, little guy.  Hi there, little mourner." 
  B: "Dad!" 
  K: "Gavin, Dad is busy haggling.  C'mon Murray, twelve quarts of embalming
  fluid?  Who ya trying to kid?" 
  S: "Gavin, I bet I know what would cheer you up..." 
  B: "If my mom came back to life and murdered you?!" 
  S: "No, if Sheila had a cigarette." 
  B: "You know what'd make a better new mom?  A head or a dog or a rat or a cow
  or a clump of mud or a piece of string."  
  S: "Gavin, I know how you feel, cause you see my Mom died too.  OK, it was a
  little bit different:  she'd been in a coma for ten years and I was over 40,
  but still, when they pulled that plug..." 
  B: "Dad!!!" 
  K: "Look, it's not too late for me to make other arrangements.  You're not
  the only funeral home in this town..."
  B: "Fake mom!  Vinyl mom!  Sweet N Low mom!"  
  K: "Ah look, he's calling you mom! ... Ah, hate, love, the whole damn thing.
  The important thing is, we're a family.  A son, a dad, a Sheila, and a cop."

4.29)  Buddy Seeks a New Lover

  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Buddy Cole (Scott) details his quest, wearing a Scottish tartan.
  
  "It's times like these I just don't wanna be a faggot...  I just broke up
  with my lover Zeke.  I think he was cheating on me.  His nickname for me was
  'Next!'  So I picked myself, dusted myself off, swallowed my pride because
  it's still safe...  I sat down and drew up a list of high risk groups I
  should avoid in my search for a new man.  For instance:  addicts, Americans
  (mostly for their politics), Armenians (that has nothing to do with AIDS,
  it's just that I'm part Azerbaijani).  It took me a whole afternoon just to
  get through the Bs.  By the time my list was completed, everyone had been
  eliminated, except for one:  Miss Eleanor Parissi, an 83 year old virgin in
  perfect health... So I rang her up.... She greeted me at the door, an
  absolute vision:  in a blue housedress, smelling faintly of rosewater...  We
  sat on her horse hair sofa and watched 'Hockey Tonight'.  She let me pet her
  cat - if you think I 'm going to make a pussy joke, you're sadly mistaken!...
  She drank too much ginger ale and passed out at 10:30.  When I got home, I
  was still horny, so I masturbated while watching an old rerun of Mary Tyler
  Moore.  Thinking of Gordy, but only during the commercials; it's just
  not fair to Mary."

4.30)  Daddy Drank 

  [abridged/censored version???]
  
  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Kevin as the grown son of an alcoholic father (Dave), remembering what that
  was like.
  
  Dave: "Good night, son, sleep tight, and remember, I could murder you while
  you sleep.  It's easy, son, all you got to be is quiet and willing to do it.
  And son, I am *willing* to do it.  And, I've *quiet shoes*." 
  Kevin: "Daddy drank..." 
  D: "Son, how many girls called you today?  Zero?  And how many called
  yesterday, lemme guess, zero?  You know what they say, son, zero plus zero
  equals FAG!  Zero times any other number always equals FAG!  Think about it,
  ya little mathematician."  
  K: "Daddy drank..."
  D: "Son, wake up, it's midnight Christmas eve, and I wanted to thank you,
  son.  I don't deserve this.  [opens present]  What the hell is this?  Tap
  shoes?  I don't dance.  I can't dance, ya little bastard!"  
  K: "Daddy couldn't dance; oh, Daddy could *drink.*"  
  D: "Today after work, I went out and bought you that puppy you've been
  wanting.  But on my way home, I got hungry and I ate him!  I'm joking.  I'd
  never buy you a puppy."  
  K: "Why didn't Daddy give drinking?  He couldn't.  Daddy drank for  the
  government!"
  [Son wakes and turns on his lamp, to find Daddy poised with his 
  hands inches away from throttling him to death.  Return to Kevin, who spits
  out the mixed drink the camera caught him imbibing]  
  K: "Oh sure, I drink a little, but I'm not my Daddy.  He was older and
  children like me.  I have a little drink by my bed to help me sleep; it's not
  a drinking thing, it's a sleeping thing."

4.31)  Gavin at the Butcher-shop

  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Most of the Gavin scene set in a butcher-shop.
  
  Bruce: "Who do you think would win in a fight between a dog and a monkey?"
  Kevin:  "The monkey?"
  B:  "I'll say!  This kid, well she's a girl really, she goes to my pool, and
  she has false teeth.  I found them in the pool when I was diving for
  pucks.... And she can't eat meat, know why?"
  K: "No teeth."
  B: "No, she's a vegetarian....  One thing I don't wanna be when I grow up, is
  a butcher.  Is this what you wanted to be when you were a kid like me?"
  K: "Yeah kid, it's a lifelong dream come true.  Say kid, where's your mom?"
  B: "Oh I'm killing time because she's getting a makeover."  
  Cut to Mark in a mud pack that's being sanded off by power tools.  
  B: "My mom says that if there's a depression, that I'll have to enter a dance
  marathon, cause I'm the man of the house.  I better start sloooow.  You know
  what's in wieners?  Well, there's cow's eyes, and dog's heads, and old phone
  books, and of course, *wiener flavor*.... How much do you think my head
  weighs?"
  K: "With or without hair?"
  B: "With." [rolls eyes as if to say 'Duh']
  K: "Twelve pounds." 
  B: "If my head were veal, which I know it is not, how much would it be
  worth?"
  K:  "Fifty four dollars."
  B: [Mulls it over a moment]  "No, I don't think I'll sell."

4.32)  Mississippi Gary and Kathie Have it Out

  [abridged/censored version???]  
  
  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Here's most of the fight between Mississippi Gary (Mark) and one of our two
  favorite office wage slaves, she of the red hair and dewdrop glasses
  (Bruce)...
  
  Mark:  "I got hurt the best way, by a woman, a meeeean bitchy woman.  She
  gave me the blues so bad, I be lying on my bed, my eyes popping wide open, I
  hadta call my buddy, say come on over here and shut my eyes for me, I got the
  blues.  I got hoit by a real professional, yes I did.  She call herself
  Kathie, now that's Kathie with a K."  
  Bruce: "... If having high standards is being a bitch, well then I'm not a
  bitch.... After a while, dating a blues guy can get depressing.  He brings
  his  work home with him.  I mean Gary, I don't like Mondays either but I
   _still_ go to work."   
  M: "When Kathie with a K gets mad, you understand, she gets the devil right
   in her eye... And she don't hurt a guy one time, no sir, she hurt a guy
  *five* times.  One time, she won't talk to me, two times, she don't walk with
  me, three times, she won't squawk with me, four times, she won't walk with me
  but in another place ya understand, and five time she start to eat.  Cause
  when Kathie wtih a K gets the devil in her eye, the devil takes that bus and
  drives it right down to her thighs."  
  Back to Kathie, who is even then eating a chocolate cupcake.  
  B: "I eat, I do.  I pick, I nibble... But I don't have an eating disorder.  I
  don't  hide food,  [subconsciously pulls out the drawer where she's hidden
  it.]   I mean, we're at the Keg for heaven's sakes.  That salad bar is *three
  miles long*!  Even if you have a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
  before you know it, you're in way over your head!"
  K:  "I been waitin' five minutes, I been waitin' ten minutes, I been waitin'
  fifteen minutes...  Finally, I say, 'Waiter, waiter!'  Bring me a cup of
  coffee, 'cause I'm waitin' on a mean mistreater here!"
  B: "He's a fun date, but he's no life partner.  There *are* other fish in the
  sea - and some of  them aren't DRUNK!  Child!" 
  M: "Heart breaker!" 
  B: "Ill mannered!" 
  M: "Looooove taker!" 
  B: "Irresponsible!" 
  M: "Oooh; swamp witch!" 
  B: "I want the money you owe me back!" 
  M: "Ya know, I thought I left her kind behind in the bayou."

4.33)  McGillicutty and Greene

  From Twangtwang@aol.com:
  
  Kevin and Dave are McGillicutty and Greene, a vaudeville team who tackles one
  of the classics of the milieu. 
    
  Kevin: "Say Mr. Greene, I hear you manage a baseball team." 
  Dave: "No.  I'm a vaudevillian."
  K: "No, I think you manage a baseball team!"
  D: "Yes of course, yes I do manage a baseball team."
  K: "I understand some of the players have rather strange nicknames, rather
  silly pet names the players have nowadays."
  D: "Yes, it's true.  In fact, I have the team roster with me right here.
  For instance, Hu is on first base, Watt is on second, and Iduno is on third
  base."
  K: "Who's on first base?"
  D: "Yes." 
  K: "Who?" 
  D: "Yes, Hu is the man on first base." 
  K: "Why are you asking me; I'm asking you!  What's the name of the guy on
  first base?" 
  D: "No no, Watt is on - oh, I see what your problem is!  Look, you're
  confused by their names, because they all sound like questions." 
  K: "I dunno (whispers) third base." 
  D: "Well, I'll explain it to you.  See, on first base is Hu, Samuel Hu, and
  you're probably not familiar with that name because his grandfather was
  Chinese.  And on second base is Hector Watt, W-A-T-T Watt, and that's not so
  unusual because James Watt invented the steam engine.  And on third base is
  Phil Iduno, I-D-U-N-O, and if you do say that fast, it does sound like the
  phrase 'Gee, I dunno,' but it's actually Iduno, Phil Iduno." 
  K: "That's it.  You're hopeless, you're pathetic, you're the worst straight
  man I ever worked with.  I quit.  I should have never saved you from those
  seals." 
  D: "What are you talking about?  I auditioned for this job."
  K: "Bastaaaard!"

4.34)  Fletcher Christian

  From Tom Walsh:
  
  Spoken by Dave
  
  Hello, I'm Fletcher Christian.  [audience laughs]  Oh no, not the famous,
  seagoing Fletcher Christian, but rather the relatively anonymous, shoe-selling
  Fletcher Christian.  Come to think of it, our lives differ in many fairly
  major ways.  For example, in 1787, Fletcher Christian was made first mate
  aboard the HMS Bounty, whereas I was not.  In point of fact, I had yet to be
  born.  But many years later, in February of 1985, I was made assistant manager
  of Zells Shoes.  On December 23, 1787, Fletcher Christian set sail from Spit-
  head to the South Seas to collect breadfruit trees.  Me, I don't even know
  what a breadfruit tree is.  Fletcher Christian was loved and admired by all
  who served with him.  Under the tyrannical rule of Captain Bligh, only
  Fletcher Christian could dissuade the mutineers, and when the time came,
  only he could lead them.  Following the mutiny, Christian, 8 crewmen, and a
  number of Tahitian men and women settled on Pitcairn Island, a South Seas
  island paradise, where they led an idyllic life.  I, on the other hand, am
  barely tolerated by my coworkers and underlings.  And I live alone with a
  cat.  Fletcher Christian, the other one, has been portrayed in 3 major motion
  pictures by 3 dashing leading men:  Clark Gable, Marlon Brando, and Mel
  Gibson.  Jeff Wilcox, one of our stock boys, apparently does a rather un-
  flattering impression of me, on the phone ordering pizza.  But on the upside,
  violence erupted on Pitcairn Island, and Fletcher Christian was brutally
  murdered, whereas I have plenty of good years ahead of me, to sell shoes.
  
  [To customer]  Tell me if this pinches.

4.35)  Liposuction

  From Tom Walsh:
  
  Cast:  Husband (H)/Scott
         Wife (W)/Bruce
         Singer 1 (S1)/Kevin
         Singer 2, Rolando (S2)/Dave
         Surgeon/Mark
         S3 = S1 and S2 singing together
  
  H:  I love this cake, my darling
  W:  I know.  It's 3 layers; it tastes like 4.
  H:  Oh, you know what?  That cake is just like you.  You've 2 layers and you
      taste like 5.
  W:  You're 7 and you seem like 11.
  H:  Oh, I love you.
  W:  Oh, this is going to be the best anniversary ever
  H:  Oh, give me a kiss. [Kisses her hand. S1 and S2 enter.]
  S1: I couldn't help but overhear that this is your anniversary.  A beautiful
      flower for a beautiful lady. [Hands her a rose.]
  W:  Oh, that's so nice.
  S1: I have a song.  It's very personal and close to me and I would like to
      share it with you at this special moment.  May I be permitted to sing
      it for you?
  W:  That would be just wonderful.
  S1: Maybe one day, this will happen to you.  Rolando?
  S3: It's important to me
      That the both of you see
      The process of
      Liposuction [couple looks uncomfortable]
      [Surgeon holds up photo of marked body]
      Liposuction
      Liposuction
      Here's how you begin
      Make a cut in the skin [surgeon holds up another photo]
      Liposuction
      An incision the size of a dime
      How you doing?  I'm doing fine
      Then you insert the hose
      Suck out human fat globules [another photo]
      That's liposuction
      If you're over 300 pounds
      And you're hiding it under big gowns
      What do you do?  [to H]
  H:  Liposuction
  S3: What is that? [to W]
  W:  Fat reduction
  S3: But you better stop sucking soon
      Before you're sucked down to the size of a prune [another photo]
      Prune ...
  S1: Here's your complementary bag of fat
      Brought to you by
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Be a pig
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Crush your lover
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Look at me [shows liposuction scars]
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Be a pig
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Crush your lover
  S3: Liposuction
  S1: Look at me [shows liposuction scars]
  S3: Liposuction
      [H and W rise and leave]
      What do you do?
      Liposuction
      What is that?
      It's fat reduction
      What do you do?
      Liposuction
      What is that?
      It's fat reduction
      What do you do?
      Liposuck!

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