You’ll find out in thirty years. Right. George. George. Sam, here’s the young man you hit with your car out there. He’s alright, thank god. Okay, that’s enough. Now stop the microphone. I’m sorry fellas. I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud. Next, please. Where’s the next group, please.
That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor. he’s an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too. Lorraine, if you ever have a kid like that, I’ll disown you. What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick, let’s cover the time machine. Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late tonight. Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?
Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy. Breakfast. Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been doing all day? Right. Alright, take it up, go. Doc.
C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil. Well that’s your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein. it’s written all over your underwear. Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh? I will. I swiped it from the old lady’s liquor cabinet. Leave me alone.
