Taking Woodstock | 2009

Four extra.

Four. Yeah.

Elliot. You're Elliot Tiber, right?

Yeah, that's me.

How can I help you, Miss... Vilma.

Vetty Von Vilma, but you can call me Vilma.

Vilma. What brings you here?

I'm supposed to say hi from Steve.

Steve? From the Village?

Steven? He's gone now.

Off to San Francisco with a flower in his hair on his sugar daddy's lap.

Yeah. Actually, my ex-sugar daddy.

Good riddance. He does like them mean and rich,

doesn't he, our Steven? He's very...

Anyhow, he said you might be starting some sort of a gay resort here.

Well, resorting as well as reclining is my specialty.

And as I was on my way to visit my mother in Buffalo,

I thought I'd stop by.

Look what I stumbled into.

By the way, those clowns you and your dear parents chased off...

Not nice people. I know.

I was playing the horses, if you know what I mean,

over by the racetrack in Monticello.

Nice bedroom community, actually,

until that bunch tried to confiscate my earnings.

You think they'll be back? Here?

All I can say is you need help. What kind of help?

That's nothing. You should see what I'm packing up here.

My God. I know.

But keeping to the subject at hand for the moment,

you do need some real security around here. And you're real security?

What? Well, you don't look...

Okay, I may be a grandfather, but... You're a grandfather?

I married young, the night before I shipped out for Korea.

You were in Korea? Semper fi, you little prick.