Howard: Oh, that's really great! Botulism on the hoof!
D**k: 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?
D**k: 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
D**k: 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?
D**k: The deal is that, uh. ..
Howard: .. . Besides sick!
D**k: 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"?
D**k: Then you can stick your fingers in your nose
Howard: I'm hungry, man
D**k: Eat a payday candy bar
Howard: Listen, how about a little dry cereal? How 'bout an orange juice
D**k: Never happened, man
Jeff: Hey, get it on tape, that Barber is a doofus, man
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Botulism On The Hoof Lyrics