I'm gonna open my own bar, okay? It's going to be the most retro bar in the history of New York. We're going to serve coffee, donuts, cigarettes, beer, and whiskey, and that's it! That's it! That's right...we're gonna call it McLeary's. We're gonna play the Rolling Stones 24 hours a day. And you know what, if I see just a millimeter of underwear, you're out. And we're going to have a big metal detector to get all those cock-ring guys, too. Oh yeah. Right at the front door . BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..."You got a cock ring?" "No, I..." "You lying piece of shit, get out! Turn up the Stones!"
All Stones, all the time. No house, no techno, no rave, no Puff Daddy, no H&R Pufnstuff, no Puff the Magic Dragon, no Chemical Brothers, no Chemical Sisters, no hip, trip, skip, fuckin' hop, no! Stones, 24 hours a day. That's right. All we do is we drink, we cry, we fart, and we fight. "Aw, man, I was down at McLeary's last night, it was fuckin' great! I shit my pants and they gave me new pants! I beat up my mom, she beat me up, it was great. Then we puked, it was excellent! The Stones were there, man!"