Eight Crazy Nights
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:36:03
I guess I'll have to deal
With your demands

:36:07
But please don't touch me
With your alien hands

:36:11
I got no right to growl
:36:14
The whistle, she's on the prowl
:36:17
Without my wig, I look like an owl
Hoo! Hoo!

:36:21
-Oh, my God.
-Don't laugh at her.

:36:23
Or it's a technical foul
:36:27
A technical foul
:36:31
A technical foul
:36:41
Davey will have to make the best of this.
:36:43
-l guess l got to make the best of this.
-See. I told you.

:36:48
But that shouldn't be too hard for him.
Even loners need company sometimes.

:36:54
Shaving the chest.
:36:56
Nobody needs a uni-brow.
:37:00
This is going to scare her silly.
:37:03
Yeah, it is.
:37:04
Peanuts for me?
:37:17
-Wish we were taller, Eleanore?
-l can't reach the cobwebs.

:37:21
-Thank you, Davey.
-No problem, Eleanore.

:37:34
Good one, Eleanore.
:37:37
-Here you go.
-Thanks. Have a good day.

:37:45
Good luck, old man.
:37:49
Now l can understand wrapping
the cornmeal around the hot dog...

:37:54
...but why the heck would they shove
this stick in here?

:37:57
l'm getting exhausted
trying to cut around it.


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