Peter: Hey, Horace, give us three shots of your best bourbon. And have that Russian waiter I like bring it over.
Eduard Khil: Lalalalalalalalalalaa ohohohooooh
Eduard Khil: Hohohohoho!
Eduard Khil: Lalalalalalalalalalalolololololololalalalalaa
Peter: Ba ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da
Eduard Khil: Lololaalaala-la
Peter: Boy, you wouldn't guess from that smile that all his kids were stillborn, huh?