I Was Coerced

The better rehearsal has just finished and Phil is driving Jack home in his new convertible. He is a 12 car, Phil. Really a beaut. That you like it's bad. So no thanks, boy. What a car you got.

Look at all the accessories on it. Phil, what's this button here, Mark 8C? Oh, that's the ventilator. Hot and cold. Now. And what's this one here? BL. That's the light. Right low. Yeah. What is that?

And what's this thing, Mark? D.B. Before sudden, no draft beer. There's, yeah. Here. Hold this glass under. Press it. The button here? Okay. Holy. Slow. Now press the button next to it. All right. Well, I'll be done. You've even got a gadget to blow the foal more.

What a car! Hey Jackson! Well, look down at the gas pedal. Well, isn't that cute? A little brass rail. You know Phil, I should have expected something like this. When I got in the car, I came through swinging doors.

Hey, watch it, Phil. Don't drive so fast. Sit back, Jackson, and enjoy your beer. You'll find the pretzel from the glove compartment. I don't want any pretzel. Then you better stop. There's a red light there.

I can see it. I can see it. Hey, you all. Get your evening, Jay Bird. Get... Hey, look at the head and learn. You went forces of van. Hey, Mr.? No thanks. He... rough and tumble when Santa needed girdies.

Don't you want a paper mister? No, thanks. Daring daylight payroll robbery. Look, mister, if you like, I'll get in the backseat and read it to you. No, no, you have to be over 21 to get in this car.