Hey, can you tell me where the bathroom is?
Yeah, down the hall, to your right.
Thanks. [about to go to the bathroom]
Hey, tubby, how about a little bathroom reading? [shows him a magazine with a cover of the younger Max dressed in a wrestling outfit] I have the August 1983 issue of Wrestling World here. There's a terrific article about a wrestler named the Revolting Blob. Gee, you know somethin'? He kinda looks like someone I know.
Where'd you get that?
I have a subscription. Bad guy. He threw one opponent out of the ring and hit a bunch of senior citizens. Boy, this wacko looks familiar.
What do I care about some stupid phony wrestling guy?
My God! In June 1983 he sat on some guy's head and killed him.
It was just a stunt! He was supposed to pinch my leg if he was running short of air.
With this guy sitting on everyone's head, I wonder how he got his teaching degree.
No! No, you can't do that to me. Those kids are my whole life!
So you wouldn't want anything to happen that would make 'em think less of you? [then Max ignores Eric] Max, are you ready to cooperate with me?
Yes.
Then Madison Hotels is as good as mine!

