Sandwich Dreams
Betty can't sleep so she goes to get a late night snack and Bob delivers this goofy speech about the sandwich tray that always makes me laugh.
“I got a whole big theory about it, you know — different kinds of food make for different kinds of dreams. Now if I have a ham and cheese on rye like that, I dream about a tall cool blonde, sort of a first-sack attack, you know. Turkey, I dream about a brunette, a little on the scatback side, but oh, sexy, sexy.”
“What about liverwurst?”
“I dream about liverwurst.”