Bit: Dead End Kids Patois
Episode: 320- The Unearthly
(Joel and the 'Bots are standing in front
of the camera. They are all speaking in "Dead End Kids
buckets! What a cock-and-ball hoodoo picture show that was,
Crow: Boy, dose
old moshbags gimmie the jim-jams somethin' awful.
Tom: Yeah, I give
that honk up to Nixie, but, hey, we're really footin' it on
the lingo, huh?
Crow: Yeah, we
can sure peg it away with the peddleless French, eh, pal o'
Joel: Yeah, we're
goin' hi-hat in a big way, fellas, huh?
Crow: Hot, sweet,
Joel: Okay, now
zip it you muttonheads, we got a bug-letter to sling.
Tom: Man, ain't
Joel: Yeah, let's
put it. Boost it, Cambot. Okay. Whoo--okay, here we go. It
Tom: What's it
Joel: "Dear Joel
and da 'Bots."
Tom: Hey! Dat's me! (laughs)
button it. Okay, button it, you gumps. Okay, sez here, "I
have a couple of questions about Tom 'Soivo'."
Why can't we see through Tom's head, when you guys ares
watchin' the movie, even though his head is transparent? And
second: How can Tom even watch the movie when he doesn't
have any peepers?"
Crow: Well, don't
dat beat the dutch?
Joel: Yeah, yeah,
I think ol' Laughin' Boy's pullin' a fast one on us, is what
Tom: Hey, what
gives? I ain't no bad pilla'! >unintelligible<
Joel: Aw, cut
with the baby act. Come on, Clyde.
Crow: Dis mug was
gonna give us the boost, huh? Ain't gonna cut up wit' his
old pallies. Why I oughta...
Joel: Hey, Crow,
Routine 27. (Tom starts screaming. Joel grabs Tom and starts
applying noogies) Yeah, yeah, we're just pullin' your
pants, gumpy. Take it easy.
Crow: Yeah, boy
oh boy, we really had you by da fat end, pallie.
Tom: Dah, you
Joel: Hey, hey,
foot it, boys. His nibs is callin' on the other line. So
what's it to you, Einstein?
(Dr. F. is standing next to Frank, who's
wearing a hat and eating oatmeal feverishly.)
Dr. F (normal voice): Look, you
bombastic biscuit boy, any more of this faux Dead End Kids
patois and I'll show you the real meaning of lexi...phani...
Frank: (in Dead
End Kids patois) Hey, boss, dis is good grub. That padre,
he's not a half-bad egg. You know, I could really get into
eatin' grub like this if I could be a Junior G-Man.
F: Frank, why must you always go
on with your little...
(interrupting): Hey, boss, do
your Leo Gorcy.
F: No, I'm not going to do my
Le--No... I'm not going to do my...I, no...
Frank (at the
same time): Come on, you do
a great Le--he does a great Leo Gorcy. Do your Leo Gorcy.
Come on. Come on.
F: Frank, Frank, once again I'm
going to have to kill you.
Frank: You wanna
run that by me one more time?
F: (pulling out a hat and falling
into his Leo Gorcy impression) Run that by me one more
time (hits Frank with the hat and then puts the hat on his
head).... Yeah, you know, kill, uh, boost, ice, whack,
skrag, douse, stifle, eighty-six, uh, slip the Rosco, chill,
dust, yank, toss a little kickshaw, raja...