Solo Sunny Page #3

I don't get you, Sunny.

I mean, check me out.

Good body.

No gut.

And a nice smooth face, huh?

Lines come from thinking.

You see.

That's why i like you.

I like you because you're...

an intelligent woman.

Can't this wait?

I'm trying to sleep.

We'd save money.

Instead of eating out always.

We could eat in our room.

That's what Hubert and Moni do.

Sunny, think about it!

- OK, I'll think about it.

- Really?

Yes.

Now give me the key and take off.

Don't get uppity with me.

Sunny, I've had it.

I need somebody.

- lf you hit me, you'd better kill me.

- Are you guys crazy?

I always thought

you sang like a pig.

- Let's go people.

- I can't get him up.

I got this from the kitchen.

And now what?

Cabbage leaves on the head

draw out the schnapps.

- Whacko.

- No, really, I heard it.

Really, that's what I heard.

A Russian said Eskimos do it.

The cabbage turns black.

Yeah, right.

- Where do eskimos get cabbage?

- From the Russians.

How can an educated man

be so drunk?

The guy tore ticket stubs

and turned MC through a mail course.

Stub tearer to MC?

You think I'm drunk?

- Right !?

- Hey, the cabbage works.

But it's not black.

And now our next artist.

An up and coming singer.

Not the youngest

but up and coming.

Isn't she grand, ladies and gentlemen?

See for yourselves.

Sit back and listen to...

Keep on playing.

- Screw you!

- You're not Liza Minelli.

No cheap shots on stage.

I answer for what I say.

Humor requires intelligence.

Sunny walked off stage.

That's why they booed.

This group is weird.

Been in the business 25 years.

I've dealt with dozens like you.

Dozens!

You're small time.

And you're just a perfect colleague.

Do you have a lot to read?

Not too much.

Do you retain everything?

That'd be horrible.

I remember almost everything.

At 12 I read 10 books in a row.

I'm good with phone numbers.

0r days when something special

happened to me.

For example, May 22, 1959

when I was 7

I stole a roll of gum drops.

But they weren't drops.

It was a roll of film.

I remember the date

when I saw the Baltic the first time.

July 15, 1961.

On December 22, 1966

I was in a reform school.

I put my thumb in a sewing machine

because of the holidays.

Here, but you can't see it anymore.

And on April 4, 1969...

I was deflowered.

That's how I can remember.

You're looking straight through me.

- You spend time here?

- Sometimes.

Graveyards make me feel peaceful.

Shouldn't it be so?

It goes something like that.

Could you come up with some lyrics?

To sing? No.

I was the only one

who noticed my neighbor died.

Some die in well made beds.

Well taken care of.

Dying in loneliness.

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