Maybe that fat barkeep is the problem. If only we could find someone to kill him
Give him a Rat Pack chess set.
Maybe he’d prefer a cake with an adorable dancer emerging from it instead…?
Perhaps sweeten the deal with an autographed picture of Larry Csonka.
And a promise of some lemon mine investments!
We could invite him to visit the walnut ranch…
Let’s show him lots of old safety shorts until he’s too traumatised to step outside.
And be sure to tell him that when he orders the fentoozler he gets to keep the glass!
And, in fact, if he signs on a new car, he can go ahead and keep the pen while he’s at it.
Distract him by reenacting his very favorite Mentos™ ad, complete with the jingle.
Free tickets to Dorkin Circus!
Offer him a shoestring and a picture of Eve Arden.
What can make Lembach stay? IT’S A NEW CAAAAAAAAAAR!
oh crap, he’s driving back home
It took me a moment to realize you meant “short films” and not, you know. Short shorts. Do safety shorts have a steel… uh… a steel… never mind.
a steel belted radial? Yes. The safety short pant is OSHA approved.
Manly beach dancing?
Not even a man with the legendary strength of Lembach can resist the eye appeal – the wow! appeal – of our attractively arranged display of assorted taste-tempting, wholesome specialty breads.
Summon the Parade of Kennys!
Fine, fine, sheesh! I’m back… so what’d you all want? You’ve got 2 minutes to pitch whatever it was, then I’m off again.