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.