(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(YAWNING)
(SNORING)
(SIGHING) Ah.
-(TICKING) -(SNORING)
-(COCK CROWING) -(ALARM RINGING)
(SHATTERING)
(SIGHING) Ah.
-(TRUCK APPROACHING) -(INDICATOR BEEPING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(WHIRRING)
(SNORING)
(CRACKING)
Somebody's gonna hear about this.
(GRUNTING)
(TRUCK APPROACHING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS)
(RATTLING)
(CRASHING)
WOMAN: Oh, Rick, is this the most heavenly perfect bed you've ever seen?
RICK: Yeah.
It's not only got your standard leg support, neck, and lumbar,
it has 78 sleep perfect positions.
Massage arms, yes, thank you very much.
Adjustable height control.
WOMAN: Massage arms do sound nice.
RICK: Oh, quad-speed, completely programable for maximum rest
and a turbo thingy that I still don't understand,
but mark my words, I will.
WOMAN: Yeah, we'll probably never use the turbo thingy.
Okay, let's go.
We need new pillow shams.
RICK: No, we don't. Rims maybe, but not shams.
WOMAN: The bed will be absolutely positively more scrumptious
with the new shams. I promise.
RICK: No, no, no, you've got a bed.
If I so much as find the memory of a cat here on my new bed,
your new bed will be outside. Got it?
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
BUTCH: Humiliating, ain't it?
If anyone's got a right to sleep in the new bed, it should be you, pal.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHING) Ah.
This is livin', Tom.
You got it, pal.
Whew! Just one more heavenly minute.
I ain't never slept on a cloud before.
(GASPS)
(WHIRRING)
No, it's better than a cloud.
Yeah, much better.
(SNORING)
(GASPS)
(CONTINUES SNORING)
They'll never know, brother.
Your secret's safe with me.
(WHIRRING)
(SLURPING)
(HICCUPPING)
(BUTCH LAUGHING)
Two sodas, little man.
And make it snappy.
We're parched.
(JERRY WHISTLES)
(SLURPING)
(CATS SCREECHING)
(THROWING PUNCHES)
(BOTH PANTING)
Huh?
(CATS GRUNTING) (THROWING PUNCHES)
We showed him, eh, pal?
So, where were we?
Nighty-night.
(SNORING)
(BOTH SNORING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(REVVING)
(GASPS)
(REVVING)
(CRASHING)
(WHEELS SCREECHING)
(CRASHING)
(REVVING)
(CRASHING)
(CAT SCREAMING)
(HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM)
(GROWLS)
(BARKING)
SPIKE: Did anyone get the license number of that guy?
(ENGINE REVVING)
(WHEELS SCREECHING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(WHEELS SCREECHING)
I got you, little stinker.
(WHEELS SCREECHING)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHING)
(WHEELS SCREECHING)
RICK: Maybe there was a tornado.
WOMAN: And it took the bed?
RICK: It could have happened.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
WOMAN: How considerate of the tornado to bring back the bed.
It's better than a cloud, huh?
Like sleeping on a marshmallow.
If that marshmallow was on a cloud.
Am I right?