Well, anyway. So there ya have it. I have explained the mystery of Pink Floyd. No money? Just call your friend with the killer weed and invite him over. Crack a few beers and throw on The Wall. No one plants your ass to the couch better than Pink Floyd. VH1 oughta make a gay list of that. Top Ten ass-on-the-couch music. Pink Floyd, greatest ass-on-the couch band of all time.

Yes, sometimes I pay sixty bucks for CDs. Yes, I do, CHILD. Ever hear of a little group called the Beatles? The Anthology Series? Or, more appropriately, Listen To Us And Learn? I'd pay no more than ten bucks for any of that Floyd – um, stuff.

What? I'm a fool? Well, YOU'RE the – you that does stuff that people don't – like that what you do. Shots?

What, Scotty? Closing time? Well, let's repair to the basement parlor where my next topic will be Would You Put It In Cher's Ass? 'Cause I would!

Thanks for the brewskis, Scotty – hey, Bender, where ya going? WHAT? NO! PUT THAT COAT DOWN!

No – NO! You're drinking! C'mon, it's Friday! We don't gotta do shit tomorrow! Tell me, whadda we gotta do tomorrow at the plant? NOTHING. Fuck-ass Kowalski's got the day off! How the fuck I know how much sick time he's got? Whatta I look like, human resource capital shit?

C'mon, you're already drunk! I'm fucked up – look, tomorrow's gonna fly and then it's officially the weekend!

One drink, then we'll go. Let's go, dickie-suckie! Thatta boy. Follow me – follow the Schlitz down to the basement. Ahh, here we go. One for you, three for me, since you're leaving soon.

This couch RULES. This is, this is life. Ahh.

A toast, Bender. What're we drinkin' to?

Yes ... to the mystery of Pink Floyd. Down she goes.

ZZZZZZZZZ.