- GUN ONE, GUN TWO...
- HEY, GRANDPA!
- OH.
WELL, WELL, WELL.
LOOK WHO IT IS.SHORT-WIDE.
- MM, GOOD ONE.
- YOU COME OUTOF THE CLOSET YET?
- [forced laughter]NO.
ONLY CLOSET I'M IN IS THE ONETHAT I'M TRAPPED IN.
WITH R. KELLY,WATCHING A RAP OPERA.
- AH, CUT THE CRAP.I KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE.
YOU WANT TO WEASELBACK ONTO MY HEALTH INSURANCE,
YOU DAMN FREELOADER.
- I'M NOT A FREELOADER, OKAY?
IT'S JUST I CAN'T AFFORDHEALTH INSURANCE,
AND I EXPECT IT TO BE FREE.
I HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL.- HOSPITAL?
HOSPITAL DIDN'T HELP MEWHEN I RODE A JEEP
OUT OF A B-52AT 35,000 FEET--
- IT WAS 25,000 LAST TIME.
- 35,000 FEET,
HAD TO PARACHUTEINTO ENEMY TERRITORY,
AND TOOK EIGHT BULLETSUP MY ASS.
- YEAH.
- BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHINGABOUT THAT
BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER BEENIN A WAR!
- YEAH, I'VE NEVER BEENIN A WAR
'CAUSE THERE'S NEVER BEENANY BIG WARS FOR ME TO SERVE IN!
- OH, JEEZ, YOU KNOW,I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
I'VE GOT MY ANNUAL LUAU,
AND I AM IN CHARGEOF THE PIG.
AND I'M NOT TALKINGABOUT YOUR AUNT HOLLY.
- AUNT HOLLYHAS A GLANDULAR DISORDER.
HEY, COULD YOU HOLD THAT DOOR?
I ACTUALLY CAN'T OPEN DOORS!
[door slams]OW! OW!