:03:07
I'm pumping away, the tape recorder
is making airplane noises.
:03:10
Every once in a while, I go "boom",
and the broad starts going crazy.
:03:15
She's moaning and groaning -
:03:17
- and screaming,
"Red Dog One to Red Dog Squadron".
:03:20
Suddenly, she screams, "Wait!"
and pulls out a five-gallon jerry can.
:03:25
It's full of gasoline.
She splashes it over the walls -
:03:29
- pulls out a zippo and "whoosh",
the room goes up in flames.
:03:34
So the tape recorder is going ... ,
the room is full of smoke -
:03:38
- and the broad screams,
"Do it now, for the love of Christ!"
:03:50
So I look at the broad,
and I figure, fuck this nonsense.
:03:57
I struggle into my shorts,
make it to the elevator.
:04:02
The place is filled with smoke.
:04:04
The elevator arrives,
and the hall is filled with firemen.
:04:08
- Those firemen make out like bandits.
- Nobody does it normally anymore.
:04:13
These young broads don't know
what the fuck they want.
:04:16
- You think she was a pro?
- A pro, Dan?
:04:22
A pro is how you think of yourself.
See my point?
:04:29
Come on you scumbags, last inning.
:04:36
- Where, where?
- Right there.
:04:40
Here comes Debbie's boss.
He looks good, let's see if he can hit.
:04:52
Out!
:04:59
No stick.