♪♪♪ >>> WE NOW RETURN TO THE WORLD
WAR II CLASSIC "A DEGREE OF BALANCE."
>> FALL BACK MEN, THE GERMANS HAVE US SURROUNDED!
>> YOU GOT IT, SARGE! >> BROOKLYN, I SAID FALL BACK
NOT FORWARD! >> WHAT?
>> BROOKLYN! >> OH, OH!
SARGE, THEY GOT ME. >> HANG ON, SON.
WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE.
MEDIC! >> NO, SARGE, IT'S TOO LATE.
>> DON'T TALK LIKE THAT, YOU'RE GOING TO BE MINE.
>> NO, LISTEN, I'VE GOT TO ASK YOU FOR A FAVOR.
I NEED YOU TO GO TO MY HOUSE AND FIND MY GIRL AND TELL HER THAT I
LOVED HER. EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS A SOX FAN.
>> KID BROOKLYN, I PROMISE I'LL TELL HER.
>> AND THEN ONCE YOU'VE TOLD HER, MAKE UP SOME EXCUSE TO GO
INTO THE GARAGE. >> THE GARAGE?
>> YEAH. THERE'S SOMETHING I NEED YOU TO
FIND. IT'S A -- IT'S A -- TOY.
FOR THE BUTT. >> A WHAT FOR THE BUTT?
>> JUST LIKE A, JUST LIKE A FUN THING FOR THE BUTT.
>> YOU'RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE, SON.
>> HE'S TALKING ABOUT A BUTT PLUG, SIR.
>> OH, YEAH. LIKE THE ONES IN SHANGHAI.
>> RIGHT. >> I'D HATE FOR MY GIRL TO FIND
IT. SHE JUST WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND.
>> YEAH, I GET THAT. >> DON'T WORRY, I NEVER USED IT,
I WAS TOO AFRAID. >> OKAY, I'LL TRY.
I'LL TRY. >> DON'T TRY, DO IT!
FIND MY BUTT PLUG! OKAY?
THE BOX HAS A PICTURE OF A MAN SMILING.
>> OKAY, BROOKLYN, I'LL LOOK FOR THAT.
NOW JUST TRY TO REST. LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT ANY OF THAT
ANY MORE. >> WAIT.
THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE I NEED YOU TO GET RID OF.
IT'S A NOTEBOOK. FULL OF BOOGIE WOOGIE SONGS THAT
I WROTE. THEY'RE JUST TOO EMBARRASSING.
>> WORSE THAN THE BUTT PLUG? >> WELL, ONE GOES LIKE THIS.
♪ HEY THERE JAZZ MAN SPREAD YOUR JAZZ ♪
♪ SPREAD IT THICK AS TUNA TONIGHT ♪
♪ NOW WE'RE EATING JAZZ ♪ >> OH!
OKAY, BROOKLYN, I'LL DESTROY IT FOR YOU.
>> UNLESS YOU THINK IT'S GOOD, THEN FIND A PRODUCER.
>> I'LL DESTROY IT FOR YOU. >> I DON'T KNOW, I THINK PEOPLE
MIGHT DANCE TO THAT. >> YOU DO?
THANKS, DONNIE. I'M GOING TO MISS YOU THE MOST.
>> COME ON, DON'T MAKE ME CRY, NOW.
>> THE BUTT PLUG IS BIGGER THAN YOU'D EXPECT.
JUST BE READY FOR THAT, OKAY? >> THAT'S FINE.
>> IT WAS AN EGO THING. I JUST WANTED TO CHALLENGE
MYSELF. >> OKAY, HOW MUCH MORE LIFE DO
YOU HAVE IN YOU, DO YOU THINK? >> ENOUGH TO ASK YOU ONE MORE
FAVOR. GET RID OF ALL THE PHOTOS OF ME
BEING SASSY. >> SASSY?
WHAT'S THAT? >> YOU KNOW.
SASSY. IT'S LIKE ME BEING LIKE,
OR BEING LIKE, LIKE I'M JUDGING SOMEONE'S
CLOTHES. OR ONE LIKE THIS.
>> OKAY, BROOKLYN. ANYTHING ELSE?
BROOKLYN! >> HE'S DEAD, SIR.
HE DIED AS HE LIVED. SASSY.
>> GOOD-BYE, BROOKLYN. YOUR SONGS WEREN'T THAT BAD.
♪ HEY THERE JAZZ MAN ♪ ♪ NOW WE'RE EATING JAZZ ♪
>> I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DANCE TO THIS.
>> OW! I'M HIT!
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]