The Burning

Two and ten, babe.

Jesus is one, Jesus is all, Jesus picks me up when I fall.

According to our latest quarterly... thing,

Or the black, or whatever the bad one is.

I sometimes drop off my rent check having 'forgotten' to sign it.

Hello? I sorry, no here Kruger.

Silly voices. Come on, people, let's get real.

When you hit that high note, you say goodnight and walk off.

It's not like those real musicians who think they're so cool and hip.

Dumb and lazy, I understand.

No, the old switcheroo is: You poison your drink, and then you switch it with the other person's.

Elaine's gonna do the same thing to Puddy's radio that the radio did to her.

Since the last one.

I needed to move a bureau.

Well the better ones.

Oh, I knew it was you, I was joking. I'm a comedian.

They ground the head down to about the size of a softball.

stick a pumpkin under its arm and change the nameplate to Ichabod Crane?

Alright! That's it for me. Goodnight everybody.

Sorry, buddy, this is the Hamlet of diseases.

Severe pain, nausea, delusions-- it's got everything.

So that old woman-- she's just a liar, right?

A Jesus fish!

I got him because he seemed so one-dimensional.

She's not a 'me'. I'm a 'me'.

It's like those hip musicians with their complicated shoes!

That seems about right.

I guess there are no small diseases, only small actors.

Alright, that's it for me! Good night everybody.

I'm gonna make people feel my gonorrhea, and feel the gonorrhea in themselves.

Our eyes met across the crowded hat store. I a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher.

Gonorrhea!

It's a goose that's had the old switcheroo pulled on it.

I'm not the one going to hell.

It's a five-mile-an-hour getaway.

She lost her thumbs in a tractor accident and they grafted her big toes on.

That seems about right.

And a slice of Devil's fruitcake.

And you always leave me wanting more.

Three times around, no feet.

I don't believe this. I'm being typecast!

Maybe they should change it to a tractor.

Wait, don't go. Let's thumb wrestle.

This afternoon I found him with sleep creases on his face.

Sorry, thou shalt not steal.

What do you care. You know where you're going.

With devils and those caves and the ragged clothing! And the heat! My God, the heat!

Gonna be rough.

Yeah, that's right!

Hey! That's my cirrhosis! He's stealing my cirrhosis!

Well, then it's simple. You're both going to hell.

Oh, lighten up. It'll only feel like an eternity.

My boyfriend said I got gonorrhea from riding the tractor in my bathing suit.

Alright, that's it for me. You've been great. Goodnight everybody.

K-Uger, that sounds like one of those old-time car horns, huh? K-Uger! K-Uger!

Oh no, you're not going out on a high note with me, Mr. Kruger! It's K-Uger! No! No! Goodnight everybody!