JOE BUCK: (SINGING) Ol' New York will be your new home. Whoopee-tee-yi-yo, get along, little dogies. It's your misfortune and none of my own.

- Where's that Joe Buck?

- Where's that Joe Buck?

- Where's that Joe Buck?

JOE BUCK: (SINGING) Get along, little dogies.

- Where is that Joe Buck, look at this crap!

JOE BUCK: Yeah, where is that Joe Buck.

- Where's that Joe Buck?

- Where's that Joe Buck?

- You're due here at four o'clock!

JOE BUCK: You know what you can do with them dishes. And if you ain't man enough to do it for yourself, I'd be happy to oblige. I really would.

[MUSIC - NILSSON, "EVERYBODY'S TALKIN'"]

Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're saying, only the echoes of my mind.