Fell asleep with the TV on
Letterman says,
"Hey, folks, it's a stressful time here. On this show. In the nation at large. And we don't know what the future may hold. But I will promise you this. Straight from the heart. My heart, for what that's worth. Probably needs a little more work done on it. But we're all works-in-progress, right? Sure. But I promise you this. No matter how things play out, we will always-always-be making plenty of Buttafuocco in the back seat of the white Ford Bronco-that's a promise from me to you-Buttafuocco for all! While supplies last."
Mock patriotic theme from Paul and the band.
I open my eyes just in time to see Letterman standing at attention, hand over his heart, studio audience cheering.
TV's got picture-in-picture function. In the smaller picture, I can see Charles Grodin's glowering face. The smaller picture assumes a larger and larger size 'til all is the Glower of Grodin.
Something something
O.J. verdict
Grodin's not getting any happier
It must be the end of history
Jovial comic movie actor guy's got a deadly serious commentary show on cable
Grodin's not having any of that back seat Buttafuocco
Even Letterman cites 'while supplies last'
Which they don't
Every bond breaks
Was there ever any history to end in the first place?
