The Rim Piece

Jonathan: Gentlemen, I am mortally wounded, though perhaps not surprised by the lapses of your un-mensa-ed minds. How can you fail to forget our little chat with Harold and Ann?

Sharkie: And the childe Harold?

Jabba: Those fine wine spritzers! –

Sharkie: If I recall, your exact words were, lets bring the Ring to New York. Lets drag crapulous Richard Wagner kicking and screaming to the death zone! ‘Twill be a re-baptism by fire.

Jonathan (Smiling through his interface): Music to my ears! Opera in the open air!

Sharkie: Jonathan, refresh my memory. Was there a threat from the Childe Harold?

Jonathan: My mensa mind fails to encompass a recollection of a threat from the Childe Harold unless it was Fuck the Rim Piece!