Lyrics:

Howard: Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof! Dick: Don't even look at it, Howard, you're over the deadline Jeff: The new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadline Howard: What's that mean? Dick: I told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . . Howard: You . . . told [...], man Dick: These guys ordered like ten minutes ago Howard: It's like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes? Dick: The deal is that, uh . . . Howard: . . . besides sick! Dick: If you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there Howard: What do you mean, 'Woof down some kind of scarf out there'? Dick: Then you can stick your fingers in your nose Howard: I'm hungry, man Dick: Eat a payday candy bar Howard: Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How 'bout an orange juice Dick: Never happened, man Jeff: Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man