The Collector: Hello! I'm your waiter Skip. Our special today is a lovely poached appendage. Market price, of course. For starters, I recommend the finger food. You want your arm back on, Irene? I can make it happen.
The Cryptkeeper: What the hell are you doing?! You call that 'hack-ting?!
Actor: Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do call it 'acting.'
The Cryptkeeper: Well, let me tell you something, pal—you're no 'Gory' Cooper! You're not even a Robert 'Deadford!' Another take like that, and it'll be back to 'bit parts' for you, and I won't say what bits I'm talking about!
Uncle Willy's seduction, surrounded by topless women cooing and The Collector as a barkeep.
The Collector: Suck this one down, Uncle Willy! Long hard one! Nothing gets ya fucked up faster. Am I right, ladies? Am I right? (pours Willy a drink and hands it to him) Here's looking at you, Uncle Willy.