To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar Page #2

- Then three round trips to LA.

- Mode of transportation?

- Cheapest.

- Oh, well, mule!

Sorry, darling. Forgive me.

- You've got her number.

- Let's say bus.

I do not do the bus. You have me

mistaken for Miss Rosa Parks.

Lxnay on the Hound, then.

How about chemin de fer? Train.

- Oh, yes! Does it have a club car?

- How much?

Let's see. Three round-trip tickets,

two adults, one child...

Tell me, does it have a club car?

That is totally out of our league.

What else can we do?

On account of your need

and unprecedented glamour,

today you're the lucky winner of...

- Can we pay in trade?

- It's English, darling. Noxee.

"Crazy Elijah -

my cars are my children."

Drop my name,

anything on the lot - $50.

- Problem solved. A lifesaver.

- Are we driving to Los Angeles?

- Cherry Lifesaver.

- All-day sucker.

Are we discussing driving

from New York to Los Angeles?

Don't start with me. We will go on.

I've got to go. Bye!

(Noxeema) This America does not

respond kindly to our sort of person.

No one say anything frivolous

for a few moments,

I am having a significant experience.

Whoopee(!)

Miss Julie Newmar has been watching

silently over this conversation.

And look at her, vintage Miss Julie.

She is the perfect,

the ultimate... Oh!

(Vida) Describe her

and do not use the word "statuesque".

Miss Julie, you are statuesque

and you were the only Cat Woman.

- Read it, please.

- "To Wong Foo,

"thanks for everything,

Julie Newmar."

- Who was Wong Foo?

- I don't know but they were close.

I'm hungry.

We must take this message across

the land as our sovereign token.

(Chi Chi) Let's just relax.

(Noxeema) I was back in the club car,

now we're driving across America.

Ay, nenita! Look! Look at this!

Look what I found.

(Noxeema) Golly, golly, golly!

- The seats are like butter.

- Now this is a car.

A car? Mary Alice Louise, no.

This is a land yacht.

I used to know a lawyer guy

who had a car just like this

and I said then and there

I'd have one for myself.

- Can we have this?

- (Noxeema) But we daren't.

I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield

in this.

Ooh! Not a good auto reference.

Please, it's a wreck. Ladies.

Be careful with the...

It'll never get you to California!

- It's the look!

- Noxee, how can you possibly refuse?

Internal combustion,

the ultimate accessory.

Ladies, please, for your own safety,

go with the Toyota Corolla.

It comes down to

that age-old decision.

Style...

or substance?

Let me ask you something.

We just left Philadelphia, right?

- So the next city is...

- Bala Cynwyd.

- Bala Cynwyd. It's Welsh.

- That's right.

- How do you know that?

- How did you know that?

Believe it or not, it's my hometown.

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