Botulism On The Hoof - Frank Zappa, The Mothers Of Invention

Howard: Oh, that’s really great!

Botulism on the hoof!

Dick: Don’t even look at it, Howard, you’re over the deadline

Jeff: The new fascist ensemble says that you can’t have anything to eat, man,

'cause you’re over the deadline

Howard: What’s that mean?

Dick: I told you to be down here at noon, man, you’re five minutes late,

so you can’t order, listen, listen.

.

Howard: You.

.. told, man

Dick: These guys ordered like ten minutes ago

Howard: It’s like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager.

.. what can you

make me in two minutes?

Dick: The deal is that, uh.

.

Howard:.

.. besides sick!

Dick: If you help me, uh,.

.. for the airport, man, you be able to woof down

some kind of scarf out there

Howard: What do you mean, «Woof down some kind of scarf out there»?

Dick: Then you can stick your fingers in your nose

Howard: I’m hungry, man

Dick: Eat a payday candy bar

Howard: Listen, how about a little dry cereal?

How 'bout an orange juice

Dick: Never happened, man

Jeff: Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man