Tag: disco biscuits

“Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Mickey: what are you wearing?”

“What everybody else is wearing.”

“Everybody else is 25. You look like a schmuck.”

“I look cool and youthful.”

“You look like you’re gonna drive your choo-choo train home.”

“You’re just jealous of all the poontang I’m gonna get.”

…

“Whaddya think’s more important: the poon or the tang?”

“Well, poon’s first in the word, plus you have to do poon first.”

“Sure.”

“If you go tang-to-poon, there’s gonna be an infection.”

“Never go tang-to-poon.”

…

“Bill?”

“Yeah, Mick?”

“What are we doing here?”

“Playing with Disco Biscuits.”

“Simply triscuits?”

“Disco Biscuits.”

“Risky Business? The movie?”

“Watch my lips, Mickey: disco. Like the dancing. John Travolta and Studio 54. D-I-S-C-O.”

“Disco.”

“Good. Biscuits! Biscuits!”

“The Disco Biscuits.”

“Right.”

…

“That’s a terrible name. How’s their music?”

“Best way to describe it is: Music to decide to go to rehab by.”

“Okay. They paying us?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“We get the check?”

“Shit, yeah.”

“Let’s go jam, then.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Mick?”

“Yeah, Billy?”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Loving you up.”

“Could you not?”

“Could I not love my guy? Hell, no. You’re my guy and I love you.”

“Okay. That’s fine. The only thing–”

“Am I your guy?”

“–I ask is that…of course you’re my guy, Mickey. I just need you to stop spooning me in front of the Disco Biscuits.”

“Is that who these people are?”

…

“I will drive you to the hearing-aid place myself.”