Botulism On The Hoof - Frank Zappa & the Mothers

Howard: Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof! 
Dick: Don't even look at it, Howard, you're over the deadline 
Jeff: The new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadline 
Howard: What's that mean? 
Dick: I told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . . 
Howard: You . . . told [...], man 
Dick: These guys ordered like ten minutes ago 
Howard: It's like having Ronald Reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes? 
Dick: The deal is that, uh . . . 
Howard: . . . besides sick! 
Dick: If you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there 
Howard: What do you mean, "Woof down some kind of scarf out there"? 
Dick: Then you can stick your fingers in your nose 
Howard: I'm hungry, man 
Dick: Eat a payday candy bar 
Howard: Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How 'bout an orange juice 
Dick: Never happened, man 
Jeff: Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man