Come on. You're a bunch of old turkeys. Can't you push?

Ah... ah... ah...!

You said push.

- Look. - What are they doing here?

(JEERING)

- Nogerelli. - Balmudo.

These cockroaches will invade our turf once too often.

We should take care of them tonight.

- (VOICE CRACKS) Tonight, we bowl. - You're lucky. We're bowling tonight.

I like that.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

You'd better write your will, boys.

- Hey, baby, check your oil? - Hi, hot stuff.

- Hey, are we bowling tonight? - That's right.

- And Paulette... - Yeah, Johnny.

- I want you to look special, dig? - No problem.

(BAND: WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN)

Whoo! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- Hey, Johnny! - Yeah, Johnny!

- Way to go, Johnny! - Hey, do not mess the hair.