The Tingler (lobby spot, 1959)

his broad! Bong Bong, show the crowd, tell the world you're black and proud. Bong Bong, don't despair. Bong Rip off waiting, getting my share. Bong Bong, where you been, Beverly Hills in her back again.

Bong Bong, what did you get? Is there a promised land for black's bone? Hell no. Bone bone where you been Beverly Hills and back again Bone bone what you get? A whole lot of fun but deeper in dead.

Bone is bad, you better check it out. Widescreen color and braided awe. Coming right at you. War on Oats. Born to kill. In the hustlers world it's pay or duck. Oh, why? This is men's good.

I'm sorry. I didn't bring no cash on me. I was so sure I was gonna win and everything. But listen, I got some money at home. I got a lot of... I'm gonna break it back as soon as I get up.

He's a redneck rebel with a taste for hot women at fast combs. Born to be wild. The law can't touch him at all. This is a sticker. Hands over your heads. Anybody who's gets a head blast out.

Born to kill. Aah! Two ice-takes-genders out to con every fat cat in the south. The macho movie that ricochets off the screen with a double barrel action blast. Warrenoats is warranted. This is Vincent Christ, warning you if you don't like to be frightened.

To stay away from the tingler. The tingles, the tingles, the very quickly thing called the tingles.

No learning depth control of you, on the heart and soul of you.