And?
- And since you are supposed...
to be the water expert I asked for,
you are going to fix it!
No!
No, no, no, wait, wait.
I got a better Idea!
Wait, wait.
I can't swim!
Kid, guess I slipped.
Don't mind me.
Oh, I leave that creepy little dude
in here to clean this place up...
How am I supposed to run
a class...
Guess I slipped.
Just came by to tell you...
I quit!
Excuse me.
Getting off. My stop.
Hi, there. How are you?
Good to see you.
Yeah, same to you!
Urban jungle!
Geez!
- What is that?
- That's a duck...
- What is that thing?
- That's a duck, man!
Forecasting our week of fair weather
for you duck hunters...
- for what reported, Steve Cannelli.
- Well, Bob...
it's time to dust off those decoys
and practice that squawking...
because duck hunting season
has officially opened.
- Duck hunting?
- The Live Wild Commission...
has actually doubled the limit
of ducks that can be shot.
Shot?
This Duck has come to America
with Duck A Roni.
No!
But if every hunter could blast
fifteen of those in the sky...
Hey, buddy, what's the rush?
This way is too depressing.
Give me a beat!
One, two, three, four!
Honey, I love you!
I love you!
I'm right here. Beverly, I'm yours
after the show. Alright.
- Here's the money for the girls.
- I'll make sure they get it.
- Yeah, I'll bet. When?
- When?
When Beaudacious Beverly stops
holding out to me.
I'm gonna invite her up
to my place tonight...
for a little
career manipulation.
I guess you must be the girls'
manager. And if you are...
I don't like the way you're talking
about Beverly.
And I want the girl's money!
- Ritchie? Would you... What is that?
- Oh, look, Ginger...
I warned you when you got into
Rock Management...
you'd be dealing with
entertainment types.
You know, different strokes
and all that?
Different life styles is one thing,
different life forms is another.
I'm not in a real good mood
tonight, Ginger.
I want the girls' money.
Now, is this gonna be easy...
- or is this gonna be trouble?
- Hey, Ritchie...
tell it to go away. I'm not up all
my barnyard languages.
Okay, Duck, out! You're gone!
You're history!
You little wise pecker!
Arrevidici, Duck!
- Mallard in the side pocket.
- Adios, quack man.
Very nicely done.
Hey, what's going on
out there now?
- All right, now it's my turn!
- Hey, come on, Duck!
Take your best shot!
- You got it!
- Ritchie!
Stuck-a-bob!
No!
No earring in your other ear?
I'll just make the hole myself.
No, please, man, no,
man, please! Don't!
- The money!
- Sure. Sure, here!
You take the money!
Take it! It's your! Take it!
And, you're no longer
their manager!
Listen, okay.
Everybody in here is a witness.
I'm letting the girls out of
their contract, okay?
- Tell your goons to stay back!
- I'm warning you!
- Get back, Ritchie!
- I bite your face...
- you're a dead man, Ginger!
- What are you talking about?
Space rabies!
- Ritchie, is that a real disease?
- I don't know, Ging...
I heard something about
that on the news.
That's right, Space Rabies!
Yeah, one bite, and...
it's agonizing death in 15 seconds.
Bite, bite. Bite!
We're all music lovers, huh?
What a guy.
- Those guys are a bunch of fools.
- Obviously the wrong crowd.
I'm running out of sticks to
throw at these people! Sucks!
- Now who?
- Look, tell him to go away.
Down here, doll.
Is Beverly in?
Geez, you must be K. C...
- Meet Howard.
- Hi, oh, Howie.
We've heard so much about you.
Of course, we didn't believe it.
How weird.
- Hi you, Ducky.
- Hi, Toots.
How's the world been
treating you?
- Guess.
- I was worried about you.
- I missed you.
- Well, sex appeal...
some guys got it...
- and some guys don't.
- Howard?
Listen, I'm sorry we fought.
You're the only friend...
I've got here.
Hi, sorry I missed the show.
I came to watch you undress, though.
And I brought a pizza.
Howard!
Boy!
Thank God you're back.
I've been working on...
- the