Cotter, Royce, Ridley
to another edition ofthe "Two Drink Minimum."
I say hello again andanother edition as
though you've seen the showbefore and you know who I am.
If you're at home, you'reprobably flipping channels.
And for all you know,this is some infomercial
for some sort of butt lotion.
I love-- I lovethose infomercials.
I want to be one of those guys.
You know, now much would youpay for all this butt lotion?
But wait, it also comes with itsown spring-loaded applicator!
Come to think of it,a lot-- a lot of you
are probably disappointedthat that's not what this is.
But don't-- I'vemade up that thing
about the spring-loadedapplicator.
Don't go changingchannels looking for that.
Anyway, this is not aninfomercial, which you should
know by the fact that I'mnot wearing a weird sweater.
And also, you'rewatching Comedy Central.
And well, if you don't know thatyou're watching Comedy Central,
then you don't know whatnumbers are what on your TV.
You might as wellchange to some channel
that you can understandlike that close ups
of custom jewelry channel.
Oh, look how shiny.
Anyway, if you haveseen the show before
and you do know whoI am, well, I'm sorry
and I hope you get yourlife straightened out.
Anyway, this is"Two Drink Minimum,"
I was on Oprah Winfrey once, butthe cops pulled me off of her.
And now she's pressing charges.
Kind of a faux pasis what that was.
This is my night job.
Everybody tells meto keep my day job.
I hate my day job.
I'm a bouncer at McDonald's.
Hey, hey, hey, McButthead.
They're too oldfor a happy meal.
Let's see some ID, fella.
Tell the grimace we'vegot trouble out front.
People are putting meback in a good mood.
I just had to have myChia pet put to sleep.
That kind of bummedme out a little bit.
I just spent all that moneyhaving him neutered too,
So uh, well, I caught himhumping my Wandering Jew.
And I couldn't have that.
I'm going bald now.
This is no joy in my life.
I've actually become oneof these losers that combs
the hair from theback of my skull
up over the front of my head.
Yeah, that'll fool someone, Tom.
10 years from now, I'llbe combing my butt hair up
over my back and around my head.
Gee, Tom, is that dandruff.
No, it's white cloud.
Go to hell.
I'm a butthead.
Folks, you'reclapping at butt hair.
You need counseling.
My uncle's a cop.
He just died the line of duty.
He gagged on a doughnut.
That bummed me out.
And, uh-- You know whatwe have in New York?
This freaks me out.
You have cops on horseback.
This-- this kills me.
It's the '90s.
Your average drugdealer is driving
a Porsche 911 Turbo Carrera.
Mr. Ed is not aneffective crime deterrent.
(ACCENT) Pull over.
It's me, Dudley Do-Right.
Apparently you all got aproblem with Amish street gangs
here in the Big Apple.
All those drive-bypitch forkings
we've read so much about.
Last weekend I went to go seemy little niece's tap dance
I got thrown out.
All right, so maybe Ishouldn't have stuffed
those dollar billsin her leotard.
But she was good!
Very talented, my niece.
I'm not proud of that.
I got him stoned.
Did you ever getyour dog stoned?
Couple people needcounseling, good.
What I did is Icalled him over to me,
and I blew pot smokeright in his face.
He flipped up.
He went bolting out of the room.
He comes back into the room.
Five minutes later,he goes, Tom.
I heard a noise.
It's the dog catcher.
Where's my collar?
What about my rabies vaccine?
Dammit, I'm going to the pound.
I've gotta pee!
I've gotta pee!
[whimpers] I'mgoing to get humped
by a big Germanshepherd named Bubba.
He flips out.
He bolts out of the room.
He comes back into theroom 10 seconds later.
He's a completely different dog.
he just saunters upto me, goes, Tom.
Could I have a Scooby snack?
I-- I always wantedLassie when I was a kid.
That was my dog.
That's the dog-- thatwas my dream dog.
When you're a kid, Lassie's god.
But then you get older,and you can't buy it.
You can't believe it.
Because Lassie neveracted like a real dog.
I saw a thousandepisodes of this program,
never once did I see Lassietake a dump on the lawn.
Lassie, you're dog!
Lick yourself, will ya?
Sniff Timmy's crotch, once.
Do that walk and dragyour buttocks thing.
Come on, girl.
City, a very, very fine city.
I like it here.
Although one thing has alwaysbothered me about New York.
It's probably the squeegeemen on every single street
corner in the city.
I mean, you drive inNew York in your car,
just minding your own business.
The second you stopat a stop light,
you're surrounded by these braindead zombies with Windex, who
want to wipe downyour windshield
whether you want them to or not.No choice in the matter.
That just-- I hate that.
Now sometimes when theseguys wipe down my windshield,
I get so pissed, I justwant to jump out of my car
and start likecombing their hair.
You know, just a little--Tit for tat kind of thing,
you know what I mean.
Sometimes they piss me off.
I'll mess up their hair.
I won't put and mousse in it.
That's what I'll do, becauseI'm that kind of a guy.
One of the greatthings about New York,
there are always so manywonderful restaurants to eat.
I went out with somefriends of mine last night.
I went to an Indianrestaurant for dinner.
That was kind of nice.
I've never been to anIndian restaurant before.
To tell you the truth,I never even thought
about going to an Indianrestaurant for dinner.
Because as far as I know,there is no food India.
So why bother, really?
What the-- What are they goingto do, bring your meal to you
in a little box marked UNICEF?
Is that how that--
-Maybe air lift your mealin from another restaurant.
I don't quite know theprocedure with that.
I've got one more.
They probably don'thave a kitchen
in an Indian restaurant.
They probably have like SallyStruthers in back making phone
calls, trying to getyour meal together.
No need to fight, man, I knowwhat's best for you people.
Thank you very much.
I had a nice time.It was a nice restaurant.
The only thing, there wasa guy sitting next to me
smoking all theway through dinner,
which to me is very annoying.
And I know some you ofyou might be smokers.
I can understand smoking.I don't like it.
I understand it.
But smoking while you're eating.
What is that?
You know the kind ofpeople I'm talking about,
take a bite of food,a drag on a cigarette?
What the hell is that for?
What is that, to giveyour food a nice hickory
smoked flavor whileit's going down?
I think maybe it's forpeople who are just
too busy tobarbecue, that's all.
(GRUFF VOICE) Ah, justgive me some raw meat
and a pack of Camels.
I gotta go.
My husband's waiting.
I gotta go.
If you want to smoke,that's your thing.
But I'm a big non-smoker.
I really am.
I don't like being aroundsmokers when they're smoking.
I'm very adamant about it.
I really am.
I won't even kissa woman who smokes.
I-- well, I say that,but let's face it.
I am a man, and think we allknow as far as most men are
concerned, as long as there'sthat possibility of sex,
we'd pretty much kiss a girl whowas hunched over in the corner
shooting up battery acidwith a dirty needle.
But-- hey, don't get me wrong.
I'd use protection.
I'm not crazy.
Elbow pads, motorcyclehelmet, I don't care.
Sex is sex, butobey the helmet law.
That's my philosophy.
No, I don't smoke.I don't drink.
I don't do drugs.
And I like to stay clean.
I get into anargument all the time
with a friend ofmine about drugs.
Because nobody knows whatto do about drugs anymore.
My friend always says, youknow, if you legalize drugs,
people won't takethem anymore, which
I think is kind of astupid argument myself.
I think the only way peoplewould ever stop taking drugs is
if you make themlegal but to get them
you had to pick them up at theDepartment of Motor Vehicles.
What do you mean gosit in the crack line?
I've been on thisline for two hours.
I'm going straight.
Forget about it.
So gays are upset,because they're
being banned from the military.
Maybe they're all upset aboutthat I don't quite understand
why they're bannedfrom the military,
they don't have to go to wars.
Isn't that a good thing?
I know if they still hadthat ban on black people
in the military, you wouldn'thear me complaining at all.
Quite frankly, I think thereshould be a ban on the military
on blacks, ongays, and on women.
Only whiteheterosexual men should
have to go to foreigncountries to get shot out.
What's the bad part?
I'll take it a step further.
Only white heterosexualmen whose parents make over
$200,000 a year shouldbe allowed to-- That's
been a lot of fun.