# GLANG GLANGA-LANGA LANGA LANGA LANGA LANG

AND THIS IS BLUE OYSTER CULT
FROM THE ALBUM "AGENTS OF FORTUNE".

SHE'S NOT MY WIFE! I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

THANK YOU VEY MUCH FOR BEING
"THIS MORNING'S FARMER".

I NEARLY SENT MY SON FERNANDO HERE,
BUT I WAS ABLE TO EDUCATE HIM PRIVATELY.

BECAUSE GIN AND TONIC AND BAILEYS
ARE LIKE A LADY'S DRINK, LAGER'S A BOYS' DRINK?

THE STAFF ARE POLITE, BUT THEIR SMILES ARE...

RIGHT, LYNN. SIT DOWN.

YOU SHOULD DO HIM A CHEAP KITCHEN.

ALL I NEED NOW IS A SHOTGUN.

WHERE'S EVERYBODY ELSE?

YOU PEOPLE.

YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE
ON THE BANQUETTE. GREAT.

THAT'S A MILLION POUNDS!

YOU COULD SAY, "I'M TERRIBLY SORRY.
WE'VE RUN OUT OF LIFE JACKETS".

- CAN I GET TO MY CAR?
- IT'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE. IT'S NOT HERBIE.

I'D BETTER GO AND BUILD
THAT TIME-TRAVEL GYMNASIUM, THEN.

IT'S LATIN.