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The whole revolution is about values. Values of any kind, y'know? What you'll do for ten dollars; what you'll do with ten dollars. It all comes down to values; what you value and how much. And, uh, I often think of that. 'Cause you can buy anything in this country. Businessmen are the ones who really, like, kinda got this country where it is in both ways, in both the positive and the negative, man. They did...the businessman. 'Cause there's no morality in business. Just a ledger. Keep it in the black. Show a profit-(staccato) Keep it in the black-keep it in the black. Never mind your soul. Never mind the landscape. Never mind the other guy. Keep it in the black-keep it in the black-do what you can-keep it in the black. BUSINESS AS USUAL GOING ON! Big plywood up there. BUSINESS AS USUAL! Businessman did it. That's right. You can buy anything in this country. Anything you can think of! You can probably buy a left nostril inhaler if you look around long enough....With your state motto on it...Glows in the dark- anything, man. If you nail together two things that have never been nailed together before, some schmuck will buy it from you, man. "Yeah, give you a dollar and a half for that." Yeah, anything at all.
Values. Often think of that...when I go past the novelty store. You know the novelty store- tricks, jokes, fun. Fool your friends. They sell, uh, the dribble glass...joy buzzer...whoopee cushion- called 'poo-poo' cushion in the larger towns. You put it down- PPPTT! "Hey! Phil farted! Ha ha ha ha ha!" It's very big with the Shriners and American Legion are into those things. They're a little retentive anyway, so why not. Let 'em have it. A lotta things for sale in that store, y'know? They have a fly in an ice cube...snake matches, pepper gum, cigarette loads. Big thumb with a lotta bruises on it. There's a great one. They also sell fake food...which really knocks me out. Got rubber hot dogs, plastic fried eggs. The ones I saw were made in Austria. Imagine that- imported plastic fried eggs, wow. Plastic Swiss cheese. They have a little foam rubber sandwich with a bite missing from it. I often wonder how hungry people feel when they walk past. Guys that don't have lunch money together, man. Goin' past the novelty store- "Wow, that'd be salty. I'd be ready for a little trashing right away, y'know?" Start there.
That's not the biggest insult. The biggest insult however, is the, uh, ...the fake vomit. Imagine that- artificial vomit, wow. Some people can't scrape real vomit together, man. Guys are ordering three dozen vomit on the phone, man. I've seen a couple different brand names on that. One of 'em's called "Glop". Another one is "Whoops!" Isn't that great- 'whoops!' Tells you where to use it, too. They have little hints on a piece of cardboard. It's stapled to a piece of cardboard and it tells you where to use it. "On the car seat" ...There's a good one. "On the sidewalk", naturally. "Bathroom floor" they suggest there. The one that knocks me out is "near the refrigerator". It's so strange 'cause some, some grown person had to think of that! Some guy was at work one day and said, "Hey, Phil! I got another one! 'Near the refrigerator', huh?" "Beautiful, Charley! Lemme call the printer. Hey!" Near the refrigerator..wow. Fake vomit.
Lenny Bruce once said the reason the artificial vomit sells is because the artificial dog crap sold so well. I grew up watching the dog crap in the window, boy. I always thought..first, I thought a doggie had gotten in the window and done it there, y'know. It was always next to the false teeth that you wind up and let go, right? Good ol' plaster of Paris dog crap, wow. Sure is strange. How do ya ask for that, y'know? Whaddaya say to the guy? "I'd like to see something in a dog crap, please." "Well, what did you want to spend on that?" "Money's no object. It's for a very good friend. I rather fancy that beige number in the window." "That's not beige. That's champagne gold! It's our 'Breed Of The Month'- bulldog. You buy bulldog, we throw in a fox terrier free." Yeah. I imagine there'd be collectors, y'know, guys that had every breed. "Hey, ya got any St. Bernard?" "Yes, but there's no room in the window for that. We, uh.." The doberman pinscher- you'd always know the authentic doberman pinscher would be the one with the little pieces of buttons and clothing in it, right? "I'd like to include a card with that, please. 'Love to all, Dan.' Put that on my Diner's Club. You mind gift wrapping it for me?" I dunno. Sure is strange.
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