F. W.
Kill me if you want to, Harry. It's too late. It won't make any difference. The story's already gone to press.
Harry
You overgrown maggot! You're bluffing!
F. W.
Am I, Harry?
Newspaper Mouse
Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Famous Feeble has death row sex disease!
F. W.
Congratulations, you're front-page news.
Newspaper Mouse
Extra, extra! Read all about it! Extra! Extra, extra! Sex disease strikes Feeble fraternity. Thank you, ma'am. Extra, extra! Sex disease... Thank you, sir.
Bletch
Jesus Christ! Do you know anything about this, Trevor?
Trevor
Not a thing, boss.
Bletch
Why couldn't that goddamn bed-hopping bunny keep his member to himself? Who wrote this crap?
Trevor
I got a good idea, boss.
Bletch
Find him!
