Here's my next car,
Francine.

The new Hummie
C.O.K. Guzzler.

It runs on carbon,
oxygen and potassium.

Oh, yeah...

the chemical symbol
for potassium is K.

Boy, my chemistry
is a little rusty,

but wouldn't it run cleaner
if they added

another carbon molecule
before the potassium?

Then it would guzzle C.O.C.K.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, wow, look at this
sticker price.

Can we even afford
this car, Stan?

Of course we can.

The trade-in
value of my SUV

will cover a ton of
the cost. Watch this.

(whistles)
Felix.

Felix, I would like
to get 15 grand

for the SUV
you sold me a while back

and put it towards
a C.O.K. Guzzler.

Stan, I'd love to get
you started guzzling C.O.K.,

but I'm afraid
the Blue Book for your vehicle

is barely $10,000.

I couldn't do
any more than that.

(laughing uncontrollably)

I'll grant you,
sometimes my face smells bad,

but that doesn't mean my head's
firmly planted in my ass, Felix.

I can't go over
$10,000.

(laughs)

I know this car
can get fifteen,

and I'm not settling
for a penny less.

I'll just sell it myself.

Oh, no, Stan,
really?

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

(sniffs)

Wh-What is,
what is that smell?

I think it's your face.

My God, it's getting worse.

This place is just what
Langley Falls needs.

A chic lounge environment
for young professionals.

If they need it so much,

how come there's nobody here?

I'm gonna eat you one day.

My bar is dead.
It doesn't make sense.

I co-wrote City Slickers 
with Babaloo Mandel

but I can't do this?

(sighs)

We need a, we need a draw.
We need a hook.

WOMAN (faintly, in distance):
♪ There's a saying old

♪ Says that love is blind

♪ Still we're often told,

♪ "Seek and ye shall find..."

My dear Lord.

♪ So I'm going to seek

♪ A certain lad I had

♪ In mind

(grows louder):
♪ Looking everywhere

♪ Haven't found him yet

♪ He's the big affair

♪ I cannot forget

(shower running)
♪ Only man I ever think of

♪ With regret...

(gasps)

Roger!
Oh, relax.

It's nothing
I haven't seen before.

You perv, get
out of here!

I'll leave, after
I tell you this:

You just got a job
singing in my lounge.

Really?
Shut up.

I want you there tomorrow night
wearing something amazing.

Oh, and don't worry
about the camera.

It's made of chocolate.

(electricity crackles)
Ow! Oh, that's right,

it's the toilet camera
that's chocolate.

Oh, boy, that's on film.