I've got to concentrate. They're not booing. And tonight we have one such artist. A great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful, that my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. You look like a man with the minimum daily requirement of intelligence.
Birds of prey know they're cool.
This man is no ordinary man. We Americans live in a nation where the medical-care system is second to none in the world, unless you count maybe 25 or 30 little scuzzball countries like Scotland that we could vaporize in seconds if we felt like it. The use of unnecessary violence in the apprehension of the Blues Brothers has been approved. They're an insidious bunch, your killer pianos. Had one get loose on me back in '62.