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 mystery of your arrival.
- What's he doing here?
Well, he and Ronette have sort
of got back together.
I don't know who's more desperate
for dates, you or me.
What?
Anyway, Howard, I was talking
to some Astro-physicists.
You know, the guys who discovered
that Aztecs came from Mars?
- Well, these guys concluded...
- No!
That you arrived here in a space
craft millions of years ago, and...
- must've remained frozen in ice.
- Go away!
Ronette, could you
shut this boy up?
- Howard...
- What's a pizza?
It's a circular Italian food object.
Howard...
I didn't buy that theory either,
so I did some research...
and I discovered an ancient race
of large ducks worshipped by...
- primitive Somoans.
- Leave me alone!
I was barking up the wrong tree.
I knew that. But...
tonight I am getting concrete
evidence about how you got here.
Wait a minute.
Oh, I gotta make a call.
- Phil?
- No sex now, I'm working.
Got a place to stay tonight?
Yeah, by the way I forgot.
I had a little talk...
- with your manager Ginger?
- You talked to that slime?
- What for?
- I got your money from him.
Ducky, I can't believe this.
I also got him to agree that it
was time for him to step aside...
- as your manager.
- What?
- You got rid of Ginger?
- Mr. Duck, you're wonderful.
This is it!
I'm out of here!
- Good.
- Howard...
I'm about to meet secretly
with my colleague...
- and he's bringing The Feather.
- What feather?
- What are you talking...
- If it matches...
- it'll be the answer to your problems.
- Matches?
No, you don't!
Stay away from me!
- You leave him alone!
- Let me through!
Philip, you're a drip!
I'm about to unravel
the mystery of your arrival!
- Come back here, your hairless ape!
- You'll have time to thank me later!
- Get out