:17:01
"Cow pie fes"
:17:04
Where's my "tival"?
:17:09
Your "tival"?
:17:10
The "tival" of "festival."
:17:13
I wrote "cow" too big.
There's no room for "festival."
:17:19
Room? I'll find room on your mug
to wallop you one!
:17:23
- But there ain't no more room.
- No more room!
:17:29
What'd I do to the good Lord
to be saddled with such morons?
:17:33
Then do it yourself.
:17:41
But there ain't no more room!
:17:48
We stopped in a shitty cafeteria,
we had a shitty meal,
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in a shitty town,
with a bunch of shitheads.
:17:56
Is it far now?
:17:58
I was talking to Kitty.
She's sitting right next to me.
:18:05
I'll let you go. Later...
:18:08
He's nice but he's a dickhead!
:18:10
If you say so, Mr. Schitz.
:18:19
First... turn at the next junction.
:18:21
Second... We'll never be there on time.
:18:26
She's so serious! Oh, Kitty!
:18:30
Work's all very well,
but make some room for pleasure.
:18:34
Start with this...
:18:36
Mr. Shitz, you're nuts!
:18:38
- So we're nuts! Fuck it!
- What do we do now?
:18:41
Answer the call of adventure.
:18:45
Lay off your bun, skirt and glasses,
:18:48
and let the music carry you.
Listen to this.
:18:58
That's Alan Schitz, too.