This son of a bitch is ice cold.

It knows what time it is.

Get ahold of yourself.

Yeah, it's industrial strength. Sixteen thousand Btu's.

Here, feel my hand. Yeah, feel.

Oh!

George!

soothing your every aching muscle.

no Yankee is ever coming to Houston!

The soak of the year.

you know where we are?

Yeah? It's huge.

Sorry I'm late.

"Let's call the sons of bitches,

Till this bastard over here says:

Thank god I took off my heels and put on my...

Not as long as you bastards are running things.

go visit them in New York."

no Yankee is ever coming to Houston.

[SHOUTING] You tell that son of a bitch

[GASPS]

Make way. He's a contender.

I set this thing for 20 seconds.

You tell that son of a bitch,

Not as long as you bastards are running things.

Well, I--

Maybe you should check with the rabbi.

"And that was it, I lost.

I trust Elaine. She is my friend.

ELAINE: It was a cold winter's night in Timbuktu.

Mr. Wilhelm. What's the matter with you?

Oh, this was set for two minutes, see?

Yeah, yeah. I got the biggest one they had.

when you Yankee bastards are coming to Houston?

if I had been with you there in Barcelona...

All right, that's it. Let's go.

Now, now, speak up, George. I can't hear you.

Huh? Oh, that must be it.