I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115MPH getting 1mpg, sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonals in the old fashioned styrofoam containers, and when I'm done sucking down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth on the American flag, and them I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a god damn thing anybody can do about it, you know why? Because we got the bomb, that's why. Two words: nuclear ****ing weapons, okay? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want, they can have a big democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamin square, and it won't make a lick of difference, because we got the bombs.
John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen. And as soon as we thaw out the Duke, he's gonna be pretty pissed off, know why? Ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by fifty million times and that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. We're gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes, Lee Marvin, Sam Peckinpah, a case of whiskey, drive down to Texas, and...
Wait, what were we talking about again?