Two dumb soda jerks dream of writing radio mysteries. When they try to pitch an idea at a radio station, they end up in the middle of a real...更多>
Mervin Q. Milgrim: [nauseous] I gotta go back upstairs and get something... Chick Larkin: What have you gotta get?
Mervin Q. Milgrim
: My stomach... Col. J.R. Andrews: Mr. Turner, may I remind you that I have a contact for your services, and I intend to exercise it. Jimmy Turner: You'll get plenty of exercise trying to find me.