00:07 - 00:10 | We questioned all of the bartenders. We had checkpoints. The train stations were watched. |
00:11 - 00:15 | We heard they were in Colorado. In the U.S. Mein Fuhrer. You know - Rocky Mountain High? Das Broncos? Coors beer? Inferior to German beer, like piss. |
00:16 - 00:20 | I don't understand it. How hard could it be to find them? |
00:23 - 00:26 | Mein Fuhrer |
00:23 - 00:25 | Mein Fuhrer |
00:26 - 00:29 | They're... |
00:27 - 00:29 | They're... |
00:30 - 00:32 | They're in St. Louis. Missouri. |
00:32 - 00:35 | Somewhere near the big Arch thing. Probably at a Cardinals' game eating Ted Drewes. |
00:52 - 00:55 | So it is true, they are gone? |
00:56 - 00:58 | All of you moron Akin supporters may leave now. Go. |
01:09 - 01:12 | ...I FUCKING HATE GERMAN MUSIC. |
01:12 - 01:15 | I WANT MY BOTTOMS UP BLUES GANG! |
01:15 - 01:18 | Nobody wants to hear German music. I want Kari and Jeremy and Adam. I want that trumpet player with the pink hair! |
01:18 - 01:22 | I need Blues! You think this is an easy fucking job? It's damn stressful. |
01:24 - 01:27 | How could you let them get away? Too busy getting blowjobs from those sluts Helga and Birgit in the typing pool? Yes, I know. |
01:27 - 01:30 | I've had enough of your incompetence. You're all going to be fired...or executed. Except maybe Helga and Birgit. |
01:31 - 01:36 | I am cutting off your iTunes accounts and premium cable until you get them back here! |
01:36 - 01:37 | But America is a big country. How? |
01:38 - 01:41 | I don't care how you do it. Send over spies with our national football team. Those swine call it soccer. |
01:38 - 01:39 | Soccer! |
01:41 - 01:44 | But the BUBG could be anywhere. They travel. |
01:44 - 01:45 | "Anywhere?" he says. |
01:45 - 01:47 | Are you stupid? Put our spies on Johnny D, Murdick, that Hatzl guy...! |
01:48 - 01:49 | What kind of BUBG fans are you? |
01:51 - 01:53 | Put a tail on that badass bass player, Sharon something. |
01:53 - 01:56 | Haven't you heard of Tom Maloney? Brian Curran? Cousin Dana? It isn't rocket science. |
01:56 - 01:59 | I don't give a rat's ass how you do it. Just find them! |
01:59 - 02:04 | Go to the blues clubs and bars. Track them down. |
02:04 - 02:08 | Are you all a bunch of republican idiots? |
02:08 - 02:11 | This shit makes me want to jam my fist up my ass and rip out my internal organs. |
02:11 - 02:14 | Like Birgit does. What about Toco? They'll be at Toco. Can't you figure anything out? |
02:14 - 02:16 | You're worse than those retards Akin and Stalin. |
02:21 - 02:23 | I need to hear Kari sing...Adam's Harmonica... |
02:23 - 02:25 | I need to hear Kari rock out on her Kazoo. |
02:25 - 02:27 | The sweet sounds of Jeremy's beat up old Gibson. |
02:27 - 02:29 | Is it too much to ask? Find McSpadden. |
02:29 - 02:31 | Put Suzie and Paul under surveillance. |
02:34 - 02:35 | Skip Beale on Broadway. |
02:36 - 02:41 | Maybe BB's. I need my BUBG or I will get another migraine or burst a blood vessel. |
02:42 - 02:46 | I have all their CD's, but until the CD player is invented, I can't hear them! |
02:45 - 02:48 | You have no idea how stressful this job is... |
02:49 - 02:52 | and my satellite provider isn't carrying AMC, and I have to go over to Himmler's to watch Breaking Bad. |
02:52 - 02:55 | He farts all the time. Stinking rotten egg farts. I can hardly stand being in the room with him. |
02:56 - 03:00 | Don't worry, I don't think he knows about you and Himmler. |
03:06 - 03:08 | I used to be satisfied to invade a country... |
03:11 - 03:16 | ...or give those big speeches to the adoring masses... |
03:17 - 03:20 | But I only live for one thing now.... |
03:20 - 03:25 | I need my Bottoms Up Blues Gang. |
03:30 - 03:36 | What's the point of going on without them? Drown in my own tears? |
03:37 - 03:40 | Am I supposed to listen to Justin Bieber? |
03:44 - 03:46 | Somebody shoot me. Show your love. I can't "Handle It" any more. |