Reporter: Excuse me Mr. Cannon but how can you justify driving around in a gas guzzling Lincoln Continental. If you expect to be elected President? Don't you want to go green?
Frank Cannon: Well how am I going to fit the girls in the car when I am driving them down to Atlantic City.
Reporter: What girls?
Frank Cannon: Stella Stevens, Angie Dickinson and Charo.
Reporter: What do they want with a fat load like you?
Frank Cannon: Don't be a wise guy you little pissant. Anyone who can see their pecker past a belly like mine must have a real shlong.
Reporter: I would like take a poll on that.
Frank Cannon: I don't swing like that. You don't get to take my pole. Talk to Barnaby Jones. He was a dancer you know.
Reporter: I still don't believe you.
Frank Cannon: What do I give a shit? The girls like to take the pole. I mean I admit I am a fat bastard so they are always on top. But they love it. They invented a new sport when we started doing this in the 1970's. They call it pole dancing.
Reporter: What a crock.
Frank Cannon: Hey why don't you go chase down Richard Kimble or some shit like that? Or go to work for CNBC. They always have room for another pajama boy pansy like you.
Reporter: The people have a right to know.
Frank Cannon: Why can't I just eat my burgers?
