-Sure, Dad.

-You are, uh, 38 years old.

When are you going to get married?

-I'm trying to meet someone, Dad.

It's just not that easy.

-But do yourself a favor.

There's a little the place down on Bleecker Street called

the Folkstop.

Now, everyone performs there, Bob Dylan,

Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell--

-I think that might have been more during your era, Dad.

-That doesn't matter.

The women who hang out there are loose.

Trust me.

Go tonight.

You'll be riding that skin bus to tunic town in no time.

-Hmm.

[SINGING]

-Hey.

Finally, a customer.

Can I get you something?

-No, I'm fine.

-Want some company, then?

-Yeah.

That would be great.

-God, isn't he amazing?

-He's the best.

I'm obsessed with him.

-Which is your favorite song of his?

-Who can pick?

-You're funny.

My name's Rebecca, by the way.

-I'm David.

-Tell me something about yourself, David.

Something you haven't told anybody else before.

-OK.

Well when I was a kid, I had this dog, named Rufus.

And one day, I like whipped out my dick

and I fucked Rufus.

-That's so cute.

-It's so weird.

I--

I've never opened up to anyone like that.

There's just something about you.

-I feel the same way.

There's something in your eyes.

-That's crazy.

-Yeah.

David, I have to go down to the basement and get some

cases of beer.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-No, I'm saying, Maybe you'd like to give me a hand?

[LAUGHTER]

-Hey, it's dark in here.

Where are the lights?

-Who cares.

Here, sit in this chair.

-Ah, yeah.

Like chair sex or something, huh?

-Yeah.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

POLICEMAN (OFFSCREEN): Police!

Open up!

-There he is, boys.

Take him away.

-What?

-Finally.

After all these years, we've caught up with the elusive

drug baron, Cornelius Johnson.

Good work, Officer Klein.

-He'd been using this abandoned fold music club as a

front for his dealing empire.

-What?

-Now, now there's plenty of time for that later.

Let's go get the handcuffs.

You two, stay here.

-I'm so confused right now.

-Oh, David, I'm sorry.

It's nothing personal.

It's just the police were getting too close to our

operation, so we had to come up with a patsy.

-Wait.

So you're not a police officer?

-Hardly.

-The folk music singer guy?

What--

Cornelius Johnson, at your service.

Nice job, baby.

-All right, take him away.

-Wait a minute.

Wait!

No!

This is a mistake!

I'm not Cornelius, he is!

-[SPEAKING SPANISH]

-The Spanish speaking janitor is a drug Baron.

Yeah.

Good one.

What is it like, [SPANISH]

cocaine?

Give me a break.

What kind of joke is that?

Honestly, what are we, idiots?

-I'm imprisoned here.

These are like prison bars to me.

-So how in the hell did you get out of jail?

-Long story.

-What are you going to do now?

-I have a plan.

-Who are you?

-I'm the head of the national drug syndicate.

I'm Cornelius' boss.

My name is Grain Elevator.

-What are you doing here?

-The feds are getting too close.

We need to throw them a bone.

Get them off our scent.

I want to throw Cornelius to the wolves.

Can you help me?

-Oh, yeah.

I've got enough evidence here to lock him away for life.

-Say, what's going on here?

-David.

-The jig is up.

-Good work, David.

-Take 'em away, boys.

-Wait!

Stop!

Special Agent Denton, FBI.

We've been tracking Cornelius for years.

Take him away.

-Not, so fast.

I work with the CIA.

-NSA.

-KGB.

-DMV.

-IRS.

-PBS.

-RCA.

-2 Live Crew.

-Billy goat's gruff.

-Goo, goo, G'joob.

-Chilean sea bass.

-Soupy Sales.

-What?

-(SINGING) I'm off to the river.

The river of despair.

I'm off to the river.

The river of despair.

I'm off to the river.

The river of despair.

-Hey, guys.

What are you up to this weekend?

-Well I was thinking of hitting a few sample sales.

Who's in?

-I don't know, Miles.

I have to clean my apartment.

My place is so cluttered, I can't even remember what color

my carpet is.