That is an odd interview, but a somewhat interesting concept.

This to me is the song for the wistful end of summer, and if I hear it in the middle of summer it seems out of place.

Nor had I. I don't know that I was missing much, except a fond reminder of Alicia Silverstone.

How I long for a woman with dumps like a truck, all night long.

My vote is for "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (with anyone else but me)". Many a young man has gone to the front with that tune on his lips.

I want to bust that body.

You can't escape from those. You just get ever closer to the asymptote without ever reaching it.

That's not an insect. Can't help you.

It's hot. Hot like the acid from a blister beetle.

The title of this show just made me remember this T-shirt I wanted to print when I used to study entomology: "Entomologists are Masters Insects". Or: "Experts Insects", or "Insects, We are the Experts", "Entomologists Kill Insects", etc. You get the idea.

"Bite more, bark less" seems to make more sense. Or maybe it means to be happy instead of angry.

I didn't say people didn't fly because they were poor. Lots of people just never go anywhere. And, I know you're exaggerating, but of course you can't meet any real definition of "poor" if you've flown dozens of times. Poor means you don't get enough calories per day.

Beyonce?

Man, it doesn't get much dumber than that.

Duuuuude! Harsh.

Saw this one on a tall truck in Indiana: "Jack 'em High; Fat Chicks Can't Climb".

It was "blackface". The guy was saying he doesn't like blackface, which means he's not racist. Who's the racist one now, racist?

The ICC can't catch anyone. The best they could do is kill Milosevic with pure boredom.

I would guess that the median American has never flown. I don't know about the audience at a comedy club.

A manic pixie dream girl entertained him quirkily.