Frank: Well, can I at least pick the name of the band?
Mac: Whatdya got?
Frank: “The Pecan Sandies”.
Mac: Isn’t that a cookie?
Frank: Yeah, it’s a cookie but it’s got another meaning.
Mac: What’s the other meaning?
Frank: What?
Mac: Other than a cookie, what’s the other meaning?
Frank: It’s a, you know, it’s a sexual meaning.
Mac: No, we are not “the Pecan Sandies”, all right? We are “Chemical Toilet”. Because chicks want guys that wear tight pants and tattered clothing and spit blood, not guys dress like waiters who name themselves after desserts.
