Shakes The Clown Page #2

Dog f***er.

You clowns done?

Oh, those hands...

Fabulous hands.

You just have such neat hands.

Hands that were made for much better

things than cleaning up clown vomit.

Exciting things.

I see a clown in your future, Judy.

I see you doing things

that regular women can only dream of.

Binky.

Judy.

Blow me.

Your face wasn't made

to be getting hit with pies.

Don't laugh at me!

Am I a joke to you?

Some kind of a gag?

Get up.

Hands.

I can't breathe.

You guys are nuts.

Is it just me or has it been

extremely humid lately?

That wet kind of humid heat

that you only get in Palukaville.

You know what they say

about Palukaville...

"You don't like the weather,

stick around a while. It'll change."

Pretzel?

I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

No what? No what?

No, thank you.

- Pretzel.

- Yeah, please.

Yes, please. No, no.

You don't take the pretzel.

I give you the pretzel. Open.

Body of Binky.

Amen.

Bye!

Bye, Shakes.

Bye.

- I'm so nervous.

- Why?

I'm taking those

gourmet cooking classes at PCC.

- PCC?

- Palukaville Community College.

- Oh. I couldn't get in there.

- I test well.

Could I have another napkin?

I'm determined to be a great chef here.

I'm nervous I'm gonna flunk

my final tomorrow.

Are you serious?

You are one of the best cooks I know.

Gus, I need my batter broil here.

I'll tell you your problem.

You're afraid of women.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are. You never talk to them.

Yes, I talk to women all the time, man.

The only woman you ever talk to

is your mother.

So? Everyone likes my mother. What's

the difference? She's a nice lady.

Yeah, but you need to talk to women

who aren't your mother like...

like Lucy, right now.

What do you mean, right now?

- I mean go over there and talk to Lucy.

- You think I'm afraid?

- Yes, you're afraid.

- I'm not afraid.

I'll talk to her right now.

I ain't afraid.

Why don't you sit back,

enjoy and watch the master.

In the eighth, I completely tugged

and left the Nixons.

- Nixons?

- The 4-6-7-10 split.

Up until then I'd been hitting

the pocket all night.

- Hi, ladies.

- Did you pick up the spare?

I was really nervous 'cause I knew

I had a chance to win the match.

So, I throw a gutter ball,

but at the last moment...

it pops back into the lane

picking up the split!

Unbelievable!

- You guys know what time it is?

- 7:
30.

- I think he likes you.

- He's nice, but he's a man.

So, how'd it go, master?

It went good, I guess. She was

making major eye contact with me.

- You didn't even talk to her.

- What are you talking about?

You saw me talking to her.

You were just standing there

moving your lips.

I asked her what time it was.

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