FZ: They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards. Arthur: Pair of queens what is this shit? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Can I go down with two cards? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy. Motorhead: I'll take that sonabitch. Arthur: You better not Motorhead: I took it. Arthur: Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya? Motorhead: I took it. Arthur: Oh, I got your number. Motorhead: Oh whaddaya know. Arthur: I knew it. You have any other one I want? (phhht!) I hear a Fuzztone. Wahhh Motorhead: You shink evvyzing gonna be awright? Arthur: Is this an accounting office?