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ANNOUNCER: And now, from the White House,

the President of the United States.

All right, good evening. Good evening.

You know, it’s been a while since I talked to you.

Let me tell you, it’s been a good summer,

up there in the Bush Family compound

up there in Kenne-- Kennebunkport Bay.

That whole area up there.

Up in that speedboat, going round and round,

doing loop-the-loops.

Heh! Did some fishing.

Didn’t catch any. Not the point.

Nope. No, sir. Got out there on that water,

got in that relaxation mode,

recharged the batteries.

I feel good.

Voice--Voice low.

Voice low. Getting lower.

Doctors tell me it can go lower even still.

Whining, screeching-- thing of the past.

Hurricane Hugo doing that damage down there,

going round and round, doing that hurricane thing down there.

Lot of damage.

Natural disaster. Not my fault.

Spending relief-- sending it down there.

Not too much, not too quickly.

Wouldn’t be prudent at this juncture.

And the drug problem--

bigger than ever.

This is-- This is cocaine crack.

I’ll tell you something-- this crack was bought right here

in the White House...

three feet from this desk.

Drug problem-- worse than we ever thought.

Marijuana being grown in the Rose Garden.

Millie, the Bush dog, bringing in a crack pipe

from the South Lawn.

It’s bad! Bad!

Had to close down an ecstasy factory in the Lincoln Bedroom.

We’re gonna whip it with a three-pronged attack.

First prong--education.

Tell our kids that it’s bad.

Second prong--interdiction.

Self-explanatory.

Third prong--

Third prong--a secret.

Secret prong.

Not gonna reveal it now.

Wouldn’t be prudent at this juncture.

Now, allow me to say a personal word

to the Medellín cartel.

You know, this week you threatened to kidnap members of my family.

Well, let me see you try.

My kid Jeb--packing heat.

My son Neil knows 30 ways to kill a man,

and all of them work.

Jeb can make an incision under the chin with his bare hand,

pull the face up over the skull.

Skull laid bare.

He can thrust his hand through a man’s chest cavity

pull out the heart while it’s still beating,

show it to the victim.

Still enough blood in the victim’s brain to see it.

Show it to him before the body collapses to the floor.

Seen it. Seen it many times.

Doro, my only daughter,

just graduated from an evasive driving course.

That leaves us with Bar, my wife.

Bar lived a full life.

Ready to die.

Has a cyanide capsule on that necklace of hers.

Will bite down when and if the time comes.

So, to sum up--

Hurricane Hugo-- not my fault.

This summer--good. Voice low.

Dan Quayle-- still gaining acceptance.

Drugs--bad!

Jeb--packing heat.

Neil--trained killer.

Bar--ready to die.

Once again, those people up there,

doing that thing up there,

trying to drag me into that "Live from New York" thing--

something I’m not gonna do. Not gonna do it.

Not gonna go out there and say, "Live from New York,

it’s Saturday Night!"

*

ANNOUNCER: It’s...

With Dana Carvey...

Nora Dunn...

Phil Hartman...

Jan Hooks...

Victoria Jackson...

Jon Lovitz...

Dennis Miller...

and Kevin Nealon.

And featuring A. Whitney Brown...

Mike Myers...

G.E. Smith and the Saturday Night Live Band.

Musical guest, Neil Young.

And starring Bruce Willis.

( blues music playing )

Huh-how! We’ll be right back.

We’ve got a great show!

One, two, three, four!

Neil Young is here! We’ll be right back!

Thank you.

( baby crying )

I didn’t expect to see you up.

I didn’t expect to beup.

*

You gotta let this thing go.

The doctor said it wasn’t your fault.

( sighs )

I could’ve taken better care of myself.

I could’ve eaten better.

You can’t eat better than this.

I wasn’t eating this when it happened.

Would you stop beating yourself up?

It’s not your fault that it’s brand-new.

I, uh...came over to apologize.

I am so sorry

about what I said last night.

I just-- You’re not perfect.

I just needed someone to be perfect in my life right now.

Have you had breakfast?

No. No, I never have time for breakfast.

I just don’t have time. I don’t--

I just...don’t.

That’s no way to start your day.

I know.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

This is good.

And good for you. No fat, no sugar.

No salt.

And in all the shapes

of your favorite thirtysomething characters.

Oh, guys.

I got an oat bran Elliot.

I like the way the vitamin-fortified Hope flakes

stay crisp in skim milk.

Well, Ned, let’s go!

I got the court in ten minutes.

Come on--basketball! Remember?

Haven’t had my thirtysomethingcereal yet.

Oh, come on, you don’t eat cereal.

*

I say we get out of here right now.

Come on, this midair thing-- it’s just not you.

What do you say? I can picture it--

a life raft, a warm breeze,

a six-pack of champagne.

Oh! Ha ha! That’s bad.

By the way. My name is David.

My friends call me Dave, but you can call me Boo-Boo Bear.

Boo-Boo Bear! ( laughing )

You’re so funny.

You know, we’ve been on this plane three hours,

and you have not said one unfunny thing.

I mean, I’ve never met anybody

who’s so constantly witty.

Are you ever serious?

For a very brief time in the morning.

But if you’re lucky, you may get to see me early in the morning.

( laughs )

You’re incredible.

Silence! ( all gasp )

Nobody is to move.

We’re perfectly ready to kill you one by one

if anyone gives us any reason at all! Is that clear?

Not exactly. I’m a little confused

on that "any reason at all" thing.

Tugging on your beard-- would that be a good reason?

( laughing )

What?! You think that is funny?

Then you die. Take her.

Oh, my God! No!

( people shouting )

( gunshots )

Well...now you see that we mean business.

We mean what we say.

Ah, but do you say what you mean?

Because you can say what you mean

and still not mean what you say.

But you know what the most important thing is?

Your health. If you have your health...

Ohh...kill another!

What? No! No, please! He said it!

( shouting )

( gunshots )

So...

you thought this was a joke.

No, no, thisis a joke.

Three ragheads walk into a bar, see?

Enough! Kill two more!

( excited chatter )

No! No!

No, please!

( gunshots )

( screaming )

Next...we will kill the nun!

That will eat at you for the rest of your life.

You mean like that coach class cannelloni

they gave me a half an hour ago?

Incredible! You, come with me!

( screaming )

Write when you get work!

( gunshots )

Look, uh...excuse me. I don’t want to interrupt,

but we think you’re really clever.

I mean, you really come up with them like that.

It’s very entertaining.

You obviously haven’t read the in-flight magazine.

Now, thatis some entertainment, my friend.

Well, it just seems that it’s causing a lot of people to die.

What’s going on?!

Just girl talk-- nothing you’d be interested in.

He dies.

Hey! Hey! I was trying to stop him!

( gunshots )

Now...I’ve decided that we have killed too many

to land in Greece. We are going to Beirut.

Question--will this be added to my frequent flier mileage?

That whole row-- kill them all!

( gunfire )

A little more over there.

( gunfire )

You know, that was not even a particularly good quip,

and yet so many died. Does this not horrify you?

You want to know what horrifies me, Habib?

That you’re still doing this Don Johnson number with your beard.

The show’s been cancelled, my friend. Wake up.

It’s over. You’ve been out in the sand a little too long.

You can’t just go from riding camels to hijacking planes...

( continues indistinctly )

Touch him, love him!

How are you, little pal?

Oh! Oh, son of a bitch bit me!

Come on, monkey.

Let’s see what’s in that belly of yours.

Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance.

*

*

ANNOUNCER: And now, Weekend Update,

with anchorperson Dennis Miller.

Thank you.

Well, good evening, and what can I tell you?

President Bush appeared at a press conference today

with the 12 Americans who have never done drugs.

At a luncheon held Friday in Tokyo,

Vice President Dan Quayle reveals that a pinch of cayenne pepper

will change the flavor of most any dish.

Boy, they got the Quayle-meister on a short leash, don’t they?

You don’t see much of the kid anymore.

Sort of like the Barney Fife of the Bush Administration.

In California, the State Senate this week

okayed a 15-round limit on ammunition clips for automatic weapons.

The move was applauded by every 16th person in California.

Ferdinand Marcos died on Thursday,

and here, the former Philippine President

is seen being carried out in one of his wife Imelda’s shoeboxes.

We, uh--

We have his exiled widow with us now

on a live remote from Hawaii.

Imelda, how you holding up, baby?

Oh, Dennis...

this has been a difficult week for me.

The memory of my husband will always be with me.

And now it looks as if his body will always be with me, too.

Mrs. Aquino--Cory-- if you are listening,

my God, grant us one shred of dignity.

Take the body back!

I don’t got a palace here. It’s a lousy beach house.

I need the space!

Come on. We can bury the hatchet and my husband

in one crack.

We’re on the same boat now, you and me.

We still got a lot of living to do.

I can show you how to party till your socks fall off!

Damn you! Damn you, lady! Let’s boogie, let’s live!

You know, I still got connections in Hollywood.

I can introduce you to Arsenio Hall.

Come on, Cory, let’s leave. Let’s do it.

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Well, thank you, Leona.

And, uh...

An update on the Marcos story--

as President Aquino reiterated her refusal

to allow Marcos to be buried in Manila,

an offer has come from the United States.

The Giants Stadium in Meadowlands, New Jersey,

says they have plenty of room in their end zone,

and added Marcos would be in good company.

Those two U.S. Air pilots this week continued to face intense scrutiny

after they slid a plane off the runway

at New York’s LaGuardia Airport approximately two weeks ago.

The pilots still have to account for their whereabouts

for the six hours before the flight,

and they also were not available for drug testing

for 48 hours after the actual wreck.

They also face questioning from an irate group of right-to-life people

who are very displeased that the takeoff was aborted.

In an effort to cut back on expenditures this week,

the impoverished airline Braniff Air

announced the institution of a new system called the "Gang Takeoff".

( gasps )

A hole in the life-protecting ozone layer over Antarctica

has grown far bigger than experts forecasted,

New Zealand scientist Tom Clarkson said this week.

He said the ozone hole was much bigger

than the one that developed last year,

and could eventually become the biggest hole on record.

Jumping into the breach was environmentalist Marlon Brando,

who said if we can get him up there,

he’ll plug the hole all by himself.

Hey, Marlon...

maybe you should start getting the popcorn without butter, okay, babe?

Zsa Zsa Gabor holds up a doodle she made

of the type of woman she might be attracted to

if she goes to prison.

Later, Zsa Zsa said the mustache was optional.

I’m gonna add a little guitar

to make it easy to move your feet.

( Sly & the Family Stone’s Dance to the Musicplaying )

The New York City--

The New York City rent-controlled apartment

that Irving Berlin occupied since 1907

went back on the renter’s market this week.

It has 16 rooms, a view of the entire city,

a huge wraparound terrace, two indoor pools,

and the rent-- $9.35 a month.

Depp!

Grieco!

Grieco!

Depp!

Depp andGrieco!

Grieco and Depp!

You know--

You know, I’m the furthest thing from gay,

but those two kids are hot.

( laughs )

Due--

Due to the meager earnings of the last James Bond film--

The Living Daylights--

series producer Cubby Broccoli announced this week

that Timothy Dalton will be let go and replaced as James Bond

by the camel from the Camel Filter cigarette ads.

I want to remind you all that tonight at 10:00 to 1:00,

NBC, on this program, will present a retrospective celebration

of Saturday Night Live’s second 15 years.

Here are some highlight clips.

Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!

This is good.

We’re going to Beirut.

Will this be added to my frequent flier mileage?

How are you, little pal? Let’s go--

Oh! Oh, son of a bitch bit me!

Women who name their breasts-- next Donahue.

You know, some of those things really hold up, don’t they?

And now--

And now, one of the greatest pontificators of our generation--

A. Whitney Brown.

Hello, Whitney. Dennis.

Good to be here.

Thank you.

Well, my friends, the Big Picture tonight

is 13 stripes of red and white--

Old Glory, the Star-Spangled Banner.

You know, I’m happy to say the flag that flew over Iwo Jima

has not lost its value with time.

In fact, recently it was sold at Sotheby’s

to a wealthy Japanese collector.

Now, only the lowest form of scum

would burn the American flag,

but in America, there’s no law against being the lowest form of scum.

And I’d like to keep it that way--

not that it affects me personally,

but I have some friends in this business

that might be hitting me up for bail money.

Now, I love this country. I even vacation here.

And I love the flag. As a matter of fact, I get goose bumps

every time I lick a stamp with the flag on it.

But now, just because I don’t burn the flag,

suddenly that makes me a law-abiding citizen.

And I resent that.

In fact, I’m against any law that I wouldn’t break

if I could get away with it.

You know, it’s bad enough there’s a federal law against burning money.

And, of course, people get around that

but putting it in Savings and Loans.

But one guy burned a flag in public four years ago,

and the President wants to amend the Constitution over it.

Now, I know--a lot of people have died for the flag.

But a lot of people have died for a lot of different flags,

and I’ll bet you some of them wish they hadn’t.

You know, 29 countries have red, white and blue flags.

And I’ll tell you this, my friends--

it wasn’t the originality of our founding flag designers

that inspired those citizens to stand up to the tanks in Tiananmen Square.

No, it was the Bill of Rights--

a masterpiece of the most brilliant minds of the Age of Enlightenment,

a beacon of freedom to all the world.

The flag? It isn’t even Betsy Ross’ best work.

You know, she did a needlepoint of a log cabin that was just fabulous.

Now, it’s easy to get a symbol mixed up with what it stands for.

I know, because when I was a teenager,

I used to sleep with a Playboycenterfold.

It was a picture, but to me, it was a symbol of sex,

in the same way a photo opportunity at a flag factory

is a symbol of freedom.

In other words, they’re both just jerking off.

And you know, putting an image before reality,

is the definition of idolatry.

And I’m not necessarily calling the President a pagan,

but a country that loves freedom enough

to let its flag be burned for the sake of it

is just following the example of a god who loves his people so much,

he let them kill his son.

And that, my friends, is the Big Picture.

Thank you, Whitney Brown.

Thank you, Dennis. That was a great pleasure.

Here’s a update on that embryo custody trial.

In Hollywood, the Disney studio has announced

that it’s purchased the rights to the story of the Davises

and the custody battle over the seven frozen embryos.

The 1990 summer release will be entitled

Honey, I Defrosted the Kids.

The government disclosed this week

that presidential assailer John Hinckley last year

referred to Charles Manson as a "cool dude".

Manson was quoted as saying that Hinckley is "a really shaky dude

who quite frankly really freaks me out."

Ouch. A chill shot from the Chuck-man.

That’s gotta hurt the Hinckster.

( voice trails off )

*

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*

ANNOUNCER: The following program is brought to you

by a grant from the Chubb Group.

*

It’s time for Home Improvement with...

Hello, and welcome to The Anal-Retentive Carpenter.

I’m Gene.

And today we’re going to be building a window box for our window.

Now, what do we need for this project?

Well, we need our blueprint here.

We need a wide array of tools,

and, as always, lots and lots of careful planning.

But we know that, don’t we?

You know, there’s an old saying that goes...

"The best-laid plans of mice and men aft gang agley."

But we don’t intend to gang agley here, do we?

No, we don’t.

Now, our blueprint calls for us to cut two boards, but--

but it doesn’t call for...

the silly, hazardous placement of pushpins, does it?

So, let’s just straighten this out.

Take these extras off. We’ll just leave the blue ones

because they blend in nicely.

Put these nasties over here.

And, of course, our tool belt

is loaded and ready for use.

Now, we’ve got our hammer, our pliers,

our tape measure, our awl,

clamp, extension cord, screwdriver and marker.

That’s H-P-T-A-C-E-S-M.

I can remember it by repeating to myself,

"Howard plants tulips and chrysanthemums every Sunday morning."

Actually, I never use my awl,

but I need it there to keep the syntax correct.

Now, let’s take a look at our lumber.

We have a sturdy plank here.

And we have a matching 1X2.

You know, choosing lumber is very important,

so don’t let them rush you at the lumber yard.

I picked this piece out in about, oh...

an hour and 45 minutes.

And it’s a pretty good board, don’t you think?

It’s not perfect by any means.

It has this knot here,

and the grain isn’t exactly as uniform as I’d like, and--

Oh, there’s a little blemish I didn’t see when I bought this.

Well, I guess we’re just going to have to put this little fellow

into the kindling box.

But I want to cut that knot off first,

because I don’t want that staring back at me

from the fireplace.

So, let’s clamp our defective timber into our vice

and get it ready to cut.

And how do we cut our board?

Well, we remove our saw from our saw sheath.

No corrosion on this little darling.

And let’s uncover our little mini-vac.

And, lining up our saw with our thumbnail,

we cut and clean.

Cut and clean.

And cut and clean.

There. Now, this piece is all ready for the fireplace.

And this little devil is ready for the trash.

Now, how do we discard our wooden refuse?

Well, we get...

our little scrap basket here.

And we remove a scrap bag.

Place our scrap inside the bag.

Fold it over, keeping the corners square,

and we staple...

once...and twice.

Now, of course, there is the problem

of the staples punching through our plastic trash bag.

But watch this.

We get another bag.

And...

we slide the first scrap bag in, staples first,

like this.

Come on, get in there, you little demon.

There. There he goes.

Now, we staple again.

But we do not fold over this time.

Staple once.

And staple twice.

Now, I know what you’re thinking-- "But, Gene...

those staples could burst through that plastic trash bag as well.

Well, they can’t, and here’s why.

Because we make a little cup...

that covers the staples.

There. Ready for the trash.

And this is some wooden refuse we can all live with.

And this goes back under our workbench.

All right.

Put my cover back on.

Oh. Let’s replace--

I’m replacing our mini-vac cozy.

And I notice some of you are probably admiring this.

I call this my DustBuster Duster.

I made it out of corduroy and some cotton ribbon

and little macaroni shells.

I think it has--

Well, it just cheers up the whole appliance.

All right, back to our project.

Now, we’ve pre-marked our 1X12 here, and--

Oh, my, what a bold little mark we are.

I think we should take that down with an art gum eraser,

which I keep handy with--

Art gum eraser.

There’s an "A" I use all the time,

so we can get rid of this awful awl.

I’ll just put my art gum eraser in there.

But now we have to put this away.

So, let’s get our toolbox.

Put that on our table here and open it up.

Now, we have everything arranged in alphabetical order,

so we’re going to have to bump things

because "awl" starts with an "A".

And that means our chalk is going to have to go where "chuck" is...

ANNOUNCER: This has been Home Improvement.

With the Anal-Retentive Carpenter.

She was like the air--

brittle and easily broken.

*

How could one so perfect be so flawed?

Dearest-- Not now.

I’m busy.

She was an incandescent angel,

dancing on the edge of a ritual

that was both innocent and jejune.

Yes.

She was.

A translucent figure

glowing in the light and fire

of her overwhelming passion.

Save me. Why?

I wonder which was the greater transgression--

loving her, or abiding her immaculate madness.

A little club soda will get that out.

Liar!

*

You are watching Cable 10, Aurora, Illinois,

Community Access Channel.

*

* Wayne’s World, Wayne’s World *

* Party time, excellent *

( whooping )

Excellent. All right. Okay.

Welcome to Wayne’s World.

Here’s your host, Wayne Campbell.

Party! Whoo!

Party hardy! It’s Friday, it’s 10:30. It’s time to party.

I’m your excellent host, Wayne Campbell.

With me, as always, is Garth.

Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.

Okay. Before I bring out our first guest,

let me explain the bogus music you can hear from upstairs.

My parentals are having a party.

Let’s just hope they don’t wander downstairs drunk

and make us go get ice.

Yeah, parents get scary when they’re wasted.

Oh! Speaking of scary--

this week, we’ve got a new feature on Wayne’s World.

We call it Extreme Close-up.

Extreme Close-up! Extreme Close-up!

BOTH: Waaaaah!

* Extreme Close-up, Extreme Close-up *

* Party time, excellent *

Whoo! Whoo!

Okay. Excellent.

That was a good buzz. All right.

That was great.

Okay, let’s bring out our first guest.

You all know him, ’cause he’s by far

the coolest senior in school.

I mean, you can’t even get near him in the smoking area

because of the sea of babe-itude that’s around him.

You know? And tonight, he’s going to unveil

the new cool word for the school year.

Ladies and gentlemen, the coolest guy in school--Rick.

* Wayne’s World, Wayne’s World *

* Party time, excellent *

( whooping )

Great. Welcome to Wayne’s World, Rick.

Hello.

Well, I’m really honored to have you on the show, man.

Did you have a good summer?

Yeah.

Okay.

( chuckling )

Whoa. Whew!

I had a good summer. Yeah.

I went to Great America, and then I got mono.

Garth, how was your summer?

I worked in my dad’s store,

and I saw Batman seven times.

Yeah, what did you do, Rick?

What’s that, Garg?

What did--What did--

What did you do, Rick?

I was in reform school.

That’s cool, man. Excellent.

Why?

Why what?

Why were you in reform school?

I pulled a B&E.

Breaking and entering. Excellent, excellent.

I know, I know. Shh, shh. Shut up.

Well, if you don’t mind my being so bold, Rick,

are you ready to unveil the new cool word for the school year?

I should explain something, all right?

Last year, Rick’s new cool word was "pail", or "bucket"--

as in, "Hey, what do you think of the new substitute teacher?"

"I think he’s pail, he’s bucket."

And, Rick, this year, the new cool word is--

Go, Garth. Go.

The word is...

"sphincter".

Excellent! Excellent!

Sphincter!

That’s the greatest word I’ve ever heard in my life.

How do you do that?

They appear to me as if in a dream.

Unnecessary zoom! Unnecessary zoom!

Whoa! Ohh!

Unnecessary zoom! Unnecessary zoom!

* Unnecessary zoom, unnecessary zoom *

* Party time, excellent *

( whooping )

Wow, Rick, you are so cool.

You know, you should have your own show.

What a traitor you are, man.

Stab me in the back, why don’t you?

Schwing! I believe this is yours.

What a quisling!

Wow. Wayne, don’t be such a--

a sphincter.

Yeah! Right!

You’re the one who’s sphinct-ticious.

Yeah, right. Yeah.

Wayne, you’re a sphinctoid.

Well, that’s all very interesting, my funky friend,

but I see you dabble in the ways of sphinctery.

Wayne, you’re an example

of tragic sphincterism gone unchecked.

Good one, Rick!

Yeah, Wayne, you go off the sphinct-ometer.

I have seen the sphincter, and it is Garth.

Oh, very nice, Wayne Very nice.

Excellent. Thanks, Rick.

Okay, Rick, you’re a cool guy, right?

Do something cool on the show.

How about a crank call?

Excellent!

Okay, who? Who?

Upstairs.

Great, great.

Go, go, go.

Woman: Hello?

Is this Wayne’s mother?

Yes, it is.

May I speak to Wayne?

I’m afraid he’s doing his show right now.

Well, it’s rather important.

Who, may I ask, is calling?

His math teacher-- Mr. Sphincter.

Ah! Excellent!

Hold on, I’ll get him.

( door opens )

Wayne? Honey, I’m sorry to interrupt,

but your math teacher Mr. Sphincter is on the line.

I’m sorry, Mom-- what was that name again?

Mr. Sphincter.

Thanks.

You kids having fun, honey?

’Cause that’s important. Mwwwwah!

Want some potato chips or some rum balls?

Yeah, rum balls-- yeah, right, Mom.

Okay. Well, you gotta talk to Mr. Sphincter.

Is the music too loud, honey?

No, it’s okay. But, Mom...

just so I’m clear, okay?

Who’s on the line again?

How many times do I have to tell you?

Mr. Sphincter!

Okay, I’ll see you later. Good-bye, Garth.

Have fun there.

Bye, Mom!

Oh, man, that was so funny.

I swear I was gonna hurl.

Uh, well, look here, boys,

I got party to go to. I’m out the back way.

A party? Don’t even think about coming.

It’s a gimp-free zone.

Okay, well, thanks for coming on the show, Rick.

* Wayne’s World, Wayne’s World *

* Party time, excellent *

Oh, I can’t believe he came on the show. That’s amazing.

Excellent.

Wayne! Hi, Garth!

I just saw Rick on TV. Where is he?

He’s so cute. I have to talk to him.

Nancy, we have a show, all right?

I mean, you see Rick, you bowl over here like a mental case?

Yeah, what a nympho.

( coughing ) What a slut. What a slut.

Shut up. Sorry, I have a cold.

*

ANNOUNCER: Bruce Willis-- the man and his music.

* Seagram’s Cold Wine Cooler *

* It’s wet and it’s dry *

* My, my, my, my *

Finally, in one record collection,

the hits of Bruce Willis.

* Allstate Auto Insurance *

* Safe driver rates *

* My, my, my, my *

These are the songs that paid for Bruce’s house.

* Depends adult undergarments *

* It’s wet and it’s dry *

* My, my, my, my *

All the songs that paid for...

...and much, much more.

* Exxon... *

*

( laughs ) Thank you very much.

We’ve had a lot of fun tonight doing this show.

I want to thank my musical guest Neil Young.

How about it? Whoo!

Looking good, Neil.

Looking good, Neil.

Good night, everybody.

If any of you are driving home tonight,

please take the car.

( laughs )

We’ve had a good time. Good-bye. Good night.

We’ll see you soon. Adiós.