W. C. Fields-—that’s all I see when I look at this buffoon; listen to him speak and watch that big, bulbous nose of his; then, imagine him in that hat Fields always tipped.
You’ll never look at him the same way, again.
I always picture him singing ‘Trailer for sale or rent . . . .”
You'd think that with millions of dollars at his disposal, Slick would get that simian proboscis of his fixed. Damn, that thing is ugly.