78d: Steve Martin / Van Morrison
The Festrunks at the Bar
Male Patron.....Brian Doyle-Murray
Female Patron (background).....Rosie Shuster
Glenn Johnson.....John Belushi
Yortuk Festrunk.....Dan Aykroyd
Georg Festrunk.....Steve Martin
Second Male Patron.....Tom Davis
[ open on interior, singles bar, as Male Patron exits with an unknown woman, as Gayle, Debbie, and Linda enter the bar ]
Gayle: Hey, Debbie -- this looks like a great place. It's quiet and not too crowded.
Debbie: Yeah, you know, they really fixed it up! I mean, it used to be a blarney stone, you know? One of those Irish roast beef and whiskey bars?
Linda: [ smiling ] I really like that bartender!
[ they approach the bar ]
Bartender: Hi, girls. Welcome to Mixers. What can I get ya'?
Gayle: Uh -- whiskey sour.
Debbie: Gin fizz.
Linda: Rusty Nail.
Bartender: Sour, Fizz, and a Nail. [ he snaps his fingers and retreats ]
[ Glenn Johnson leans into the bar ]
Glenn Johnson: Excuse me, ladies, uh -- can you help me with a little "problem" that I have?
Gayle: Yeah. What is it?
Glenn Johnson: Well, you see, I'm on a LARGE company expense tab this week, and if I spend less than fifty bucks tonight, they're gonna start cutting me! So, uhhh -- I'm gonna have to buy you girls a drink, huh?
Linda: Thanks, but, uh, no thanks.
Glenn Johnson: Hey, you're not gonna get off THAT easy! I'll be back! [ he retreats to the main floor ]
Debbie: God, I hope we do better than him tonight.
[ the bartender returns with their drinks ]
Bartender: Ah, relax. He's probably from out of town, probably read about the place. Don't worry -- our hip crowd hasn't come in yet.
Bartender: Sure thing.
[ the girls take a table ]
[ suddenly, Georg and Yortuk Festrunk swing into the place ]
Yortuk Festrunk: Hi, Ted! Get off my back!
Georg Festrunk: Eat my dust!
Bartender: How 'bout it? Can I get you men on something?
George Festrunk: That's YOUR problem! ONE... is PLEN-TY!
Bartender: How 'bout a couple of brewskis, fellas?
George Festrunk: Don't MENTION it!
Yortuk Festrunk: Hey, Ted! I'm telling you something now: all night we have cruised the FOX bars, and, yet, NO chicks will agree to SWING with us!
George Festrunk: They were frightened, by our BUL-GES!
Bartender: You sure it's the bulges, and not those hats?
Yortuk Festrunk: [ confused ] Hats? We brought them WITH us!
George Festrunk: AND! Our tooth-brush-es!
George Festrunk: We have many toiletry articles in travel kit, that we carry with us, all the time!
Yortuk Festrunk: [ showing off his case ] You see, this prepares us for a night at any given fox's pad!
Bartender: Well, I see that you're fully equipped. [ nodding toward the girls ] There's three chicks right over there who seem to be available.
[ they brush their teeth and swing forward ]
Yortuk Festrunk: Pardon me for a moment, but here's something: I'm Yortuk Festrunk, and this is my brother Georg. We're two swinging guys, who enjoy doing many things, and, can COME ON to you now!
George Festrunk: We are... TWO WILD AND CRAZY GUYS!!
Yortuk Festrunk: Well! In order for you to see how swinging we are in America, we must have a swinging rap session here at the bar! So, tell us your names!
Debbie: Uh -- I'm Debbie.
Gayle: I-I'm Gayle.
George Festrunk: Clean up your act!
Yortuk Festrunk: Catch you la-ter! [ they laugh at themselves ] Well... Debbie, Gayle, Linda... now that we know your names, let us start a swinging rap session!
George Festrunk: Tell me, Debbie: when you have sex... are you LOUD?
Yortuk Festrunk: LIN-DA! Do you make many NOIS-ES?
Linda: [ aghast ] Excuse me! But, what RIGHT do you guys have to ask us PERSONAL questinos like that?!
[ Glenn Johnson muscles forward ]
Glenn Johnson: Hey, are these guys bothering you?
Linda: Oh, great -- our hero.
Yortuk Festrunk: Hi, Swinger! Why don't you buy a drink for yourself, and enjoy it?
Glenn Johnson: The name's Glenn Johnson! I don't like your tone!
George Festrunk: Tone?! COUNT ME IN, Glenn!
Glenn Johnson: Okay, buddy, it's GO time! [ he whips off his sunglasses ] Let's go! Come on!
Yortuk Festrunk: Hey, GO TIME!
George Festrunk: Oh, boy!
Yortuk Festrunk: It will be a PARTY tonight, Glenn!
[ Glenn shoves Georg, as the Bartender steps forward and grabs Glenn's shoulder ]
Bartender: Okay, why don't you just go outside, okay?
Glenn Johnson: Hey! They were bothering the --
[ Glenn is muscled outside ]
Yortuk Festrunk: Hey, goodbye, Glenn!
George Festrunk: You swinging American! [ they laugh, then return their interests to the girls ] So, Debbie... perhaps you have many electrical devices that you use for SEX!
Yortuk Festrunk: We have, now, a vibrating machine, that we brought from Czechoslavakia! [ he opens his bag and removes a drill with a feather duster attached to the end ]
George Festrunk: A Communist Party official traded it at market for many fuel coupons!
[ Yortuk cranks up the device from a detonator, as Georg rubs the feather duster against the girls' faces ]
Debbie: Oh, please turn that thing off! We've seen enough! That's very dangerous!
Yortuk Festrunk: [ not getting it ] So? Aren't you getting HOT yet?
George Festrunk: You know, Debbie... I have PAID for many women WORSE than you!
Yortuk Festrunk: So! Which --
Debbie: [ annoyed ] That's nice. Thanks a lot.
Yortuk Festrunk: We have talked long enough! Let us choose partners for SEX!
George Festrunk: Here is something! Look at our SLACKS! It is because of YOU, that our pouches are STRETCHING!
Yortuk Festrunk: Now that we have TALKED, and you have EX-CITE-ED us, you must take us to your PADS, to relieve us!
Gayle: Wait a minute, that's it! You guys are really ignorant! [ to her friends ] Come on, let's go.
Yortuk Festrunk: Wait! Wait! Can't you see enough of our CHEST hairs?!
George Festrunk: The body odor soap that we use ALL the time, makes our chest hairs very CRIS-PY!
[ the girls stand up and leave ]
Yortuk Festrunk: Bye, FOX-ES!!
George Festrunk: Out. To lunch!
Yortuk Festrunk: I love American fox-es! We could NEVER have this great success with chicks back in Czechoslavakia!
George Festrunk: We must cruise again, to this fox bar! [ he turns to the bartender ] Hey, Ted! You are the LOW-EST! [ they laugh ]
Yortuk Festrunk: [ to a couple sitting down ] Hey, you swing-ers! It's par-ty time! Why don't you buy yourselves a drink, and EN-JOY it!
[ they start up their feather duster drill one again, as the scene zooms out, with SUPER: "Coming Up Next... Acrylic Security Blankets" ]
[ fade ]