Lyrics:

FZ--voice
Ray Collins--voice
Al Surratt--voice
?--voice

Ray: I don't know that I'm on, but I don't get the sound of that chair, so you know where I'm at. And then he took it like this.

?: [...] It's gonna fall on the Christmas tree.

Ray: I don't know that I'm actually on, but he actually took the thing and he ruffled it around and he says, 'Oh! Oh boy, am I gonna throw this down!' And then he [...] Then he went:

?: [...] second one's fun.

Ray: It was classic, because he knew it was on tape.

?: But we're going to get something to drink. We'll return. Would you boys like anything to drink?

Ray: Hey, analyze the purse.

Al: Yeah, yeah. I'll give you a buck or so.

?: No.

?: Well, give us a buck or so, we'll go get...

Al: Well, geeze, man, [...] my ass. I can tell, man, you're a Catholic.

FZ: They're gonna...

?: Right. I'll take your dollar.

Ray: Hey, where's the 'or so'?

?: [...] Frank?

Al: Hunh?

Ray: Where's the 'or so'?

Al: Or so?

Ray: You said 'a buck or so'.

FZ: The 'or so' when you get back. He gives you an 'or so'.

[...]

FZ: The or so for the torso, right?

?: Who's driving? [...]

Ray: He's funny. That guy with the nose? Funny.

Al: Hey. She's a Catholic.

Ray: Hey, what would you like to drink? Hey, how'd you know that?

Al: Yeah, man. Hunh?

Ray: What was your first clue? Was it the letter from the sister?

Al: It was the Pomona Catholic High School report card.

?: I'll get it.

FZ: What do you want to drink?

Ray: Good clue.

Al: Well, just get something. I'll help you drink it.

?: [...] Come on, Raymond.

Al: Kimosabe?

Ray: I don't have any money either. Hey, will one of you guys lend me some money?

[...]

?: [...] close the door.

?: [...] some gray matter.

Al: Yeah, she does.

Ray: Be right back.

Al: I'm gonna be a Catholic priest.

Ray: [...] any time you like.

Ray: But if you don't care to, that's all right because--

?: Get out!

Ray: You know what? Actually, acts, you know, casual. Out the door we go. But all the time we know that we're on. We're showmen! What do you want?

Al: Yeah, we're gonna talk about you. [...]

Ray: Now you really get it out, smart-ass.

Al: I'd like to be a Catholic priest, daddy. You see this? Every month, forty-two dollars from each person in high school.

FZ: Oh yeah?

Al: Yeah. Receipt right here.

FZ: For the Syndicate.

Al: You bet. They're doing something... weird going on there. See what else we can find here. She's adding up her total. She just quit.

FZ: Here. Come here. Pull up a chair and analyze the thing while I go take a leak.