Oh, I was just asking
if you remember the name
of that performance shop.
Uh, Bubba's.
''Bubba's''?
Bubba's...
Big... Block... Shop.
Do you have
a number for Bubba's?
[ "Banging" ]
No. No, they're,
uh, out of business.
[ "Banging" ]
Could you excuse me...
for just a second?
- [ "Banging" ]
- My cat... must have got in--
got into the garage...
and I'll be... be right back.
See these?
Got any idea what
I can do with these?
- Mm-hmm.
- Somehow, I just don't believe you.
Besides, that'd just
make a lot of noise.
Sorry about that, Dr.Jarvis.
[ Tires Screeching ]
- So, where were we?
- I was asking you about L.A.
- Oh, yeah.
- "[ Doorbell Rings ]"
Wow, I apologize.
This never happens.
Can I help you?
''May I.''
All right...
may I help you?
- So, you're Casey?
- That's right.
I'm a friend of Nick's.
I'll bet you are.
May I come in?
- Nick's not here right now.
- I'll wait.
- I'm a little busy.
- Well, I'll be real quiet.
Look, lady, I just told you.
I'm a little busy!
It's quite all right.
I would enjoy speaking
with your friend.
She's not my friend.
I don't know who the fuck she is.
Uh, hi.
I am Dallas.
No. don't bother
introducing yourself
'cause she's not staying.
- [ "Mooing" ]
- What is that?
"That" is my phone.
Aren't you going to answer it?
Yeah. I'm going to answer it.
- [ "Mooing Continues" ]
- Where's your cordless?
You doing a survey?
I had one.
I broke it.
- In anger?
- Yeah.
I mean, no.
Can you give me, uh,
just a second?
- Don't sit down.
- [ Mooing ]
- Hello. Nick.
- Case.
You get the fuck
back here right now.
No. I got myself
in a little trouble, Case.
You, my friend,
are in a lot more trouble
than you fuckin' know.
- Yalie, huh?
I'm a Vassar gal myself.
- "Oh", "really?"
- What was your major?
- Poly-scI and philosophy. You mind?
[ Sighs ]
Casey's got to be
real fucked up...
if you're making
a house call.
I'm beginning
to think so, yes.
Some Jamaican showed up here,
and he tried to kill me.
And now one of your bimbos
is sitting in my living room!
- Bimbo?
- Some bitch named Dallas.
Tell me, you're not
one of those, uh...
Freudian sub-intellectuals
who waste all their time...
fixating on penis envy?
Well, sex is a prime motivator.
I mean, indirectly,
I believe sex...
is behind most of our major
thought processes.
- You think so?
- Absolutely.
- Do you like pornos?
- Excuse me?
You know, pornos.
Fuck films.
Surely you've heard stories.
Yes. I've heard stories,
but I've never-- never really
given them that much thought.
I love them,
especially fag flicks.
Their big cocks sliding in
and out of each other.
Fuck, that gets me so wet
they have to steam clean
the seat after I leave.
In fact,
[ Moans ]
I'm getting wet
just talking about it.
- What aren't you telling me, Nick?
- Nothing, Case.
-Just don't give her my shit.
- Don't worry. I don't have it.
- You give it to the Jamaican?
- No.
- I flushed it down the sink.
- What?
I went on as a day player
on this porn film in L.A.
Just to see
what it was like, right?
So, I spent five hours with this guy
ramming his dick up my ass...
and these two women
licking my clit.
"Not what you'd expect",
though. It's just acting.
I mean, at first, it was great.
Then you have some prick director
that comes over and yells
''cut'' in your face...
and some queen makeup artist
that comes over every
couple of minutes...
to touch up the makeup that's
been slobbered off your tits.
So you don't really
have a chance to enjoy it.
Finally, I just walked off the set.
Cool experience, though.
You got a hard-on,Jarv?
[ Casey ]
All right--
- Time to go.
- "[ Phone Mooing ]"
Your cow is calling you.
- I am so sorry, Dr.Jarvis.
- Oh, no. Please, take your time.
[ Mouthing Words ]
You get the fuck out of my house.
- "[ Mooing Continues ]"
- Did you say you were from L.A.?
- What?
- [ Christine ] What?
Is that how you answer
the phone