“Heard those rooty-toots were here last year.”
“Those scooby-snacker. The dopers, for Christ’s sake! The dopers!”
The Grateful Dead?
“Whatever they call themselves. I call ’em bums. The people pay good money to see you. Y’gotta class it up for ’em. Buy a tuxedo, get a new hairpiece, put some effort into your presentation. Blue jeans! They wear their blue jeans!”
That’s what they’re comfortable in, Mr. Sinatra.
“I’m comfortable with my bird in a hooker! I don’t do it onstage, capice? There’s a time and a place!”
Yes, sir. I see you’re playing the Pyramids.
“We’re doing it for peace. And, uh, Jerry Weintraub set it up, and he’s the best.”
“Big Sally! Pop this prick!”
LONELY DISEASED WEIRDO GETTING PUNCHED IN THE JAW BY A LEGENDARY CROONER’S GOON NOISE
Ow! Why would you do that?
“That’s what I do!”
Yeah, I guess.