Stan:
My ass was on television this morning.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
What are you telling us?
Stan:
I'm telling you my ass was on television.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
Oh, that's right. That was that special. "The Kennedy Center Salutes 50 Years of Stan's Ass."
Stan:
I went to the doctor, he took this tube that had a camera on the end of it, stuck it up my ass, and we watched it on a monitor in his office.
Ben:
You had a sigmoidoscopy.
Stan:
Exactly.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
That's a lot different than your ass being on television.
Stan:
How?
Ben:
Well, first of all, a network can't cancel your ass.
Stan:
Point well taken.
Ben:
Plus, I don't know what kind of demographics you hope to be knocking down with that big, hairy crack winkin' at you.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
All right. All right, gentlemen. We're in a public place. Do you think we could elevate the level of conversation?
Stan:
Fine with me.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
Good. I jerked off to your secretary last night. I hope you don't mind.
Stan:
Why should I mind?
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
I don't know. I just wanted to make sure it was all right so I could forage ahead with a clear conscience.
Stan:
Pound away.
Dave, Ben's Literary Agent:
You're a good friend.