FZ:
  They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards.
  
  Arthur:
  Pair of queens what is this shit?
  
  Motorhead:
  Pissy, pissy poop.
  
  Arthur:
  Can I go down with two cards?
  
  Motorhead:
  Pissy, pissy poop.
  
  Arthur:
  Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy.
  
  Motorhead:
  I'll take that sonabitch.
  
  Arthur:
  You better not
  
  Motorhead:
  I took it.
  
  Arthur:
  Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya?
  
  Motorhead:
  I took it.
  
  Arthur:
  Oh, I got your number.
  
  Motorhead:
  Oh whaddaya know.
  
  Arthur:
  I knew it.
  You have any other one I want?
  (phhht!)
  I hear a Fuzztone.
  Wahhh
  
  Motorhead:
  You shink evvyzing gonna be awright?
  
  Arthur:
  Is this an accounting office?