Hey! Edwin! Hey, c'mon now, I told you about these people, they only mate with their own...

Jack Lucas: Hey! Edwin! Hey, c'mon now, I told you about these people, they only mate with their own kind, it's called yuppie inbreeding. That's why so many of them are retarded and wear the same clothes. They're not human, they don't feel love, they only negotiate *love moments*. They're evil, Edwin, they're repulsed by imperfection, horrified by the banal, everything that America stands for, everything that you and I fight for! They must be stopped before it's too late! It's us or them! Edwin: [quietly] OK, Jack.

Edwin! I told you about these people. They only mate with their own kind. It's yuppie inbreeding. That's why they're retarded and wear the same clothes. They don't feel love. They only negotiate love moments. They're evil, Edwin. They're repulsed by imperfection, horrified by the banal, everything that America stands for. Everything you and I fight for. They must be stopped before it's too late. It's us or them. Okay, Jack. All right. Well, it's been a thrill, as always. Have a perfect day. Everyone here at the Jack Lucas Show says "bye." This is Jack Lucas. So long. Arrivederci. I'll send you a thought today as I lie in the back of my stretch limo having sex with the teenager of my choice. And that thought will be, "Thank God I'm me." ♪ I've got the power ♪♪ Some of this is very funny. Cheever secured the Donna Summer song to play over the credits. Ooh. I have chills. You sure they want me? I won't read it without an offer. Of course. Not even a question. When I talked to him, I could smell how much they want you. I could smell it over the phone. Oh. Bums.