The Monkees1966

The Great Oracullo:
The hiding place of a body is locked deeply into your unconsious. Now I want you to free your mind of all thought. [Mike takes a sip of his tea while pretendint to smoke a pipe] Good Now, eh, how do you feel?

Mike:
[faking amnesia] Oh, ah, ehm, toughtless.

The Great Oracullo:
Hmm. Look deeply... deeply, deeply into my eyes. Now what do you see?

Mike:
Cowardice, and ehm, dishonesty, and a general lack of scruples.

The Great Oracullo:
[facing camera] Maybe there's something in what they say.