You ever notice that William Bendix ain't around any more? Not only that, but nobody like William Bendix. What in Sam Hill happened to guys like William Bendix? Where'd they go? Now we got a bunch of shrimpy underwear models and soft, smooth guys that look about seventeen or something. It don't figure. Give me a guy with a head like a pot roast, a guy with a good pair of meathooks. Give me a lunkhead. Give me beer and pretzels and Aqua Velva. Give me a cheap cigar. You can keep the underwear models and all that exfoliating energy drink jazz. You can keep them in your Goddamn hat box.
Give me some William Bendix.