“And furthermore, Les Paul was the most accurate boomeranger I’d ever seen. He could hit a koala–”
“–at a hundred paces without nicking the bark–”
“–of the eucalyptus tree the koala had been…I’m giving a speech here, man.”
No. The bit’s over. There were some lies, then some chaos. Smattering of running gags.
“Business as usual, huh?”
“Huh. Y’know, I had a real knock-out of a speech.”
Shame people didn’t get to hear it.
“I’ll tell it to Coop.”
“YOU SAID I COULD LEAVE THIS FUCKED-UP REALITY!”
“Sorry to drag you back, buddy. How’s your summer tour going?”
“I don’t have a summer tour, Bob. I’m not a…can I go home? You said I was free to leave.”
“I’m not in charge.”
“I thought you were. Now can you just settle your horses and listen to this speech before Elvis shows up and starts kicking people?”