Orange Drink

Do a commercial, you're off the artistic roll call; every word you say is suspect, you're a corporate whore and, uh, end of story. And yes, I have been offered commercials, so I'm not jealous and I turned them all down because... I'm not a salesman (goofy noise) and I don't need money that is built on blood. So…

(audience member: “Who offered to you?”) Well, in England, I did this really, this, classic England. I got offered, uh, this is the product, you ready? "Orange Drink." I'm going "What's the name of it?" "Orange Drink." That's classic England, right? Such a socialist fucking nightmare over there, right? That's the drink, Orange Drink. I said, "Yeah you really got my act down good, guys. That'll be great."

"You know, when I’m, uh, done ranting about elite power that rules the planet under a totalitarian government that uses the media in order to keep people stupid, my throat gets parched. That's why I drink Orange Drink! Yeah, right, see? Don't ya see how it all fit in? Don't ya see how every word I said would be hollow and filled with nothing…