:19:02
You should be ashamed of yourself,
Mr. Mailman.
:19:06
Ashamed of what,
Big Ethel?
:19:11
- Damn, l could deliver that one.
- Oh, keep it up.
:19:15
l'm gonna call the Postmaster general--
lf he's not whacking off--
:19:19
and report
your potty mouth.
:19:21
Sex addicts
are everywhere, Sylvia.
:19:24
You wanna
have funch?
:19:26
What's ''funch,''
honey?
:19:28
Fucking
after lunch.
:19:32
Funch, huh?
:19:35
Come on.
This must be my lucky day.
:19:38
- Hmm, spaghetti...
- Yeah, she'll ring it up for you.
:19:41
Where do you two
think you're going?
:19:43
lt's not safe out.
:19:45
People are shaving
their crotches as we speak.
:19:47
There's pubic hair
in the air everywhere.
:19:50
We're having
a decency rally,
:19:52
and l think you two
need to be there.
:19:54
Yeah.
:20:07
l've got hot nuts
:20:10
10 cents a bag...
:20:12
- What kind of station is that?
- A good one.
:20:15
...l've got hot nuts...
:20:18
- Feeling frisky, eh?
- Uh-huh.
:20:20
Let's open one of Caprice's
fan letters.
:20:23
That's her
personal mail.
:20:25
Oh, look...
:20:28
it's from the mailman. He sent Caprice
a photo of his penis. Ooh!
:20:32
He what?
:20:34
Are you kidding me?
Give me the picture.
:20:37
Give me the picture. Give me the pic--
l'm not kidding around.
:20:41
This is disgusting.
:20:44
Well, he's got
a big one.
:20:45
What kind of talk
is that?
:20:47
Oh, they're all photos
of the mailman's unit.
:20:50
l'm calling
the cops.
:20:52
Yes, sir,
a real arse-opener!
:20:55
Stop it, Sylvia.
:20:56
Pink steel!
:20:59
What's the matter
with you?