Two stylish gentlemen enter the stage after the Garland Family completes their musical entertainments. Borfdern and Glomacher wear straw hats, white pants, and striped summer-weight wool jackets.
Borfdern: Say, Glomacher: fair weather we're having here.
Glomacher: Boldfern, there's nothing fair about it. It's cheating to live this well!
Borfdern: Like your wife!
Glomacher: The Spanish Curse. I'll never live it down!
Chuckles throughout audience of gentlemen and ladies out on the town for the night.
Borfdern: Did you see young Pete Carroll wearing a girdle the other day?
Glomacher: No! Was it because he was feeling Corp-ulent?
Glomacher: Boldfern, do you fancy Cox of Georgia at quarterback?
Boldfern: I'd rather have the whole man, frankly!
Glomacher: So would your wife!
Boldfern: Untrue! She's mostly interested in the marital baton, Glomacher. Say, did you see the comments regarding Nick Sheridan at Michigan, Glomacher?
Glomacher: Yes. Seems like more of a threet than a prediction, my good man!
Boldfern: Say, Glomacher. Did you see the story about the five star recruits who were arrested?
Glomacher: I heard they charged with a constellation of felonies, Bolfdern!
Boldfern: A stellar answer, Glomacher!
Glomacher: Perilloux-sly accurate!
Boldfern: Say, Glomacher, what's worse: Auburn's quarterback situation or your addiction to arson?
Glomacher: Both involve troubling Burns!
Glomacher: And the sweet screams of the innocent.
Boldfern: Ha! My Dutch jewish tailor told me to put my money on Penn State. What say you to that?
Glomacher: That at the end of the season, his bookie will be Paterno'wed a king's ransom for such a bet!
Glomacher: They've turned on us! Quickly now, before they get out the rail and feathers!
Boldfern: Quickly! To the one-liners! What's black on the bottom, white on the top, and deep in the red?
Glomacher: A zebra crushed in an hydraulic press!
Boldfern: No! Jesus smoking Popes, what the fuck is wrong with you? Regains composure. College football, Glomacher! Next: What do college football and the city of Atlanta have in common?
Glomacher: Both could be burned by Sherman! My turn: Lane Kiffin!
Boldfern: That's not a joke.