Tinselton Live! with Raskin & Mooch

Raskin: You hear El Prez, T-Bud?

Mooch: Did. Did. Did did did did.

Raskin: Ol’ Bully Dodger say what he say.

Mooch: Did did did dideo.

Raskin: Keeperman, pour the poor his tap. Full quaff for a working man.

Mooch: Mucho obligato, Mr. R. Ima thirsty too much today.

Raskin: Well here’s to a well never dry running.

Mooch: And the moat swole full.

Together: Bonnie dismal days forever!

Raskin: Ol’ Dodger whirled the wind, did he not?

Mooch: Sounds much like he did—maybe didn’t—dunno.

Raskin: Dunno the whirling or dunno the winding?

Mooch: Can’t say, R. Maybe if Ol’ Bully pigeon himself on a stool—like perching-like, and then we ask him.

Raskin: The Dodger himself here? That is blameworthy nonsense—twirling the twirl a-seat between us? Hoo, stash some foam and close the hatch—you a daft-hatted left-hander, Moochie.

Mooch: See the mug in hand, know the mug at hand, you know so I say how many times, R?

Raskin: Hands in the mayo jar every day before setting his cap I surmise.

Mooch: Sure true, well-oiled The Bigs—we sandpapery shakes down here, uh-huh.

Raskin: Here quicks Doctor Q.

Mooch: Does he have the Book with him or traveling light?

Raskin: Docttore Q, how churns the demise?

Dr. Q: Oh, it churns. It churns like the wintry sea a-thrash the rocks of Nova Scotus, a dun sky and a biter cold.

Raskin: The Moocher wants El Prez to toss a few here in the pewhouse and here here to what ails us. Say you?

Dr. Q: Sic transit moonbeams, Mr. Mooch. From the heights descend to alight—never.  

Mooch: People to people, the broad way now! Or we just go another mauling?

Raskin: A pint of thank-you-very-much-D40 and the tumbleway is greased for the falling.

Dr. Q: Boys, boys! Remember, the gloamy noose in the air hangs now not forever.

Mooch: From the Book of Pears, Doc? That sings!

Dr. Q: From the very book, Monsieur Mooch—for a pint now and the rest shall follow.

Mooch: Let me unpocket the jangles—R, you good for a handful?

Raskin: Full-a-throat so, and so in for a mouthful. Keep keeping, Keeperman. There may follow to be glassed over more and more by and by.