Oh, no, Gus, not at all.

Here, me lord, I'm at your service.

Tinge with yellow food coloring and squirt it at him?

And they laughed me off the stage at the UN.

Kind of like being a security guard at a volleyball game.

See for that rich neurosurgeon guy, but I got back at her.

Well, running like a girl at the speed of light usually works.

And if he were still alive right now, he'd be laughing at me.

Or a bunch of angry cops glaring at me and going for their guns?

I got that same exact photo in my locker down at the station house.

You're not still afraid to look at half-naked babes in mail-order catalogs, are you?

And a hand signal at that kind of speed would rip off my Lee press-ons.

Uh, fill a turkey baster with warm water, tinge with yellow food coloring, and squirt it at him?

Uh, fill a turkey baster with warm water, tinge with yellow food coloring, and squirt it at him.