:02:03
...Forget those
faraway dreams
:02:08
That haunt you...
:02:17
God!
:02:21
...Let the sunshine
:02:24
Dry your tears
:02:28
And we will walk
in the wind...
:02:34
Damn it!
:02:39
Jesus Christ.
Oh-hh!
:02:44
...With hearts aglow
:02:50
Till love discloses
:02:52
Where the secret
roses grow...
:02:57
You seen my keys?
:02:59
Ow!
:03:05
l said, have you seen
my keys?
:03:07
Where did you
leave them?
:03:09
lf l knew where l'd left them, they
wouldn't be lost, would they?
:03:12
Vaughnhole!
:03:19
Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!
:03:23
lt's not my fault.
:03:25
Somebody left his magazine on the front
porch and it got me all riled up.
:03:28
Oh, sure,
''somebody left it.''
:03:31
sure, sure...
:03:33
You said
you didn't want to.
:03:34
l mean a man has needs, Sylvia.
Marital needs.
:03:37
My gal is red hot, yeah!
:03:41
My gal is red hot
:03:43
Your gal ain't
doodly squat
:03:45
Well, she ain't got
no money, but man
:03:47
She's really
got a lot
:03:50
Well, l got a gal,
six feet four...
:03:54
Ooh.
:03:56
...My gal is red hot
:03:58
Your gal
ain't doodly squat