(In the summer of 1965, a short man opened up a furniture store.)
MAN: Too bad I’m too short to use any of my furniture. That’s why I sell it. Because everyone else is taller and can.
(Then, a woman walks in, with four other people.)
WOMAN: I’ve got more fingers than I can count. Voici les cadets de Gascogne, qui font cocus tous les jaloux!
MAN: (hands her a car) Here’s a sacreligious artifact.
WOMAN: What’s your name?
MAN: Daniel Webster.
WOMAN: Daniel Webster? Like the dictionary? Okay, let me try and guess the rest of your names, I’m very good at this. Daniel Webster. Jeff Oxford. Rebecca Britannica. Bertrand Wikipedia. And John Farmersalmanac.
(Some benevolent robots help children.)
CURTAIN.
