:33:00
Now, who's writing the ad?
:33:02
Who's the poet?
:33:05
Roses are red,
:33:06
violets are blue,
:33:07
I got one yea-long,
:33:09
and it's all for you.
:33:11
I got one yea-long!
:33:13
Check it out.
:33:16
I got one, I got one,
I got one!
:33:19
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
:33:21
Check this one out.
:33:22
Windswept hallways
in my heart...
:33:26
echo the blackness
of eternity.
:33:29
Get out!
:33:30
Edgar Allan Poe, this guy.
:33:32
I'll be sitting across
from Morticia Addams.
:33:35
Thing.
:33:36
Gomez!
:33:38
No, she's a shooter, right?
:33:40
So, how about
something like, um...
:33:43
Uh... many a girl
has shot me down.
:33:46
I've been shot before...
:33:48
Shot me down...
:33:49
Hot to trot,
give Frank a shot.
:33:53
I live alone...
:33:55
within myself,
:33:57
like a hut
within the woods.
:34:00
I keep my heart high
upon the shelf,
:34:05
barren of other goods.
:34:08
I need another's arms
to reach for it...
:34:11
and place it
where it belongs.
:34:14
I need another's touch...
:34:16
and smile...
:34:18
to fill my hut with songs.
:34:24
Not bad, huh?
:34:26
It's a little corny,
but it's good.
:34:28
Better than what we got.
:34:30
Just make that up, Mr. K?
:34:32
Frank's mother wrote that.
:34:34
In high school.
:34:35
1934.
:34:39
She was a goddamn
beautiful person.
:34:44
Go ahead. Use it.
:34:46
She'd have liked that.
:34:47
- Good poem.
- Say it again.
:34:50
You guys are fucking slobs.
:34:52
And you're GQ.
:34:53
Later, Frank.