Rather: "So tell me Tommy, seriously. How'd you score that interview with Ollie North? That cat's as rothy as a Texas Tetse fly with a quarter taped to it's shoulder."
Brokaw: "Dan, cut down on the Habaneros. Your breath, man, Your breath."
Rather: "I mean, the best I could do was fucking Joan Quigly, which was cool on a cosmic level, what with me finding out about my past life as a sea cucumber and..."
Brokaw: "Listen Rather, I'm headed off to climb K fucking 2 tomorrow and I got better shit to..."
Rather: "So I figure that if I just corner the VP and start howling at him like a West Texas Chupacabre," KAPOW!! (Rather hits the ground)
Well, you get the idea. The point being that Rather lost all sense long ago, and I wouldn't doubt that it's because of repeated blunt trauma to the melon... On that note,"Courage!" (as he puts his hand into the air with a Black-Power fist).