[Mort Cooper bits Captain's Daughter's leg]
Captain's Daughter:
You said you'd hear my material!
Mort Cooper:
I can listen and drink.
Captain's Daughter:
[serious moment]
Mort Cooper:
Fine. Go.
Captain's Daughter:
Remember the blue jeans we all had as kids? They were so '80's! It's like, what if you wore those now? People would be like, "What is this? The '80's"?
[Mort Cooper shoots himself]
Mort Cooper:
Times like this I wish I wasn't immortal.
Captain's Daughter:
What's wrong with it?
Mort Cooper:
Other than the material and the delivery and everything else, nothing.
Captain's Daughter:
Well, help me! What should I do?
Mort Cooper:
First of all, talk about things people care about! You've looked in the face of horror and it's you!