3 Geezers! Page #6

Good riddance.

- Good riddance? Come on, the poor guy's dead.

- Just because he's dead doesn't mean he...

wasn't an a**hole when he was alive.

So, Bernard, who do

you have next to go?

- Victor.

- Victor?!

Oh, yeah.

Well that's messed up!

How the hell do you have me going?

O.D., drug overdose.

Well then, I'm changing my pick to you.

You'll either get hit by a bus or

drown in the pool.

I'll decide later.

All right, so listen, uh...

tomorrow, tomorrow night!

Is the big talent show.

You guys ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

I've been practicing for weeks.

I'm tellin' you, nobody

stands a chance against me.

Oh, I don't know. From what I've

heard, you may have some stiff competition.

Well that ain't the only

thing stiff around here.

Where the hell's my phone?

I'm always losing the damn

thing when I'm drunk.

So, these old geezers have

a lot of life left in 'em.

I don't know, maybe getting old

isn't the worst thing in the world.

Beats the alternative, as they say.

Nancy Gaye Nursing Home...

Hi, can you please connect

me with Pat Kimball's room?

Boys, I'd like you to meet my Mom.

She's hot.

I know everyone has been diligently rehearsing

their numbers and is ready to show you their stuff!

Get on with it!

Cut! Cut!

Cut it now!

- That was good! Uh, Pete, did you get that?

- Yeah, I got it.

Okay, then print it. Nice job!

It's a wrap!

Cut! That...

It sucked.

Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!

It sucks. It's...

I wouldn't use this...

as fill in a porno.

Cut! Cut! Cut!

One word review:
sh*t sandwich.

Cut! Cut! It's just... they're...

you're not... the whole thing is it's...

it's no good.

A woman goes to a gynecologist.

She says, "Doctor, I can't find my p*ssy cat!"

The doctor says, "..."

Guy comes home, and he says, "Honey! Honey!

Pack your bags, I just won the lottery!"

"Where are we going?"

"I don't care! Just get the f*** out!"

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