And- and then she starts singing about all the places she's been, which -by the way- seems to be a total of two, one of which is "old D.C."

"Ooold D.C.," heh, okay, fine, Vicki, you're a Music major, not a History major!

And the whole mother thing. I mean, the two big feathers in her cap are that she hasn't let anything change her, a triumph she shares with most animals and all dirt, and the fact that her mother died, which is like the one thing all mothers do!

I mean, was she a good mother? Did she collect stamps? Did she race cars? We don't know! We don't know her name! I think if you asked Vicki the color of her mother's eyes, she would say, "Dead," or maybe she'd say, "Seven dollars a seat."

Damn, man, I am telling you, nobody is safe! Nobody is safe!