The clip chocolate covered pretzel from Mallrats (1995) with Jason Lee, Jeremy London
Chocolate covered pretzel?
This is Roddy, Mr. "Zvening's" assistant.
Mr. Svening would like to have a word with you.
These are melting.
Copy that. By the stage.
Tell him I'll be there in a minute.
What do you think?
I don't trust it.
Maybe he's calmed down. We'll talk about it reasonably.
Reasonably, schmeasonably. You should go over there and give him shit.
I'm trying to marry his daughter.
So you can't scream at him.
But after all he's done to you, you should stick it to him.
How do I do that?
You stink-palm him.
You take your hand and you stick it in your ass.
You been walkin' all day and you're nervous, so you'll be sweaty as hell.
You should see yourself. A grown man with his hand down his pants.
I probably look like my old man.
You shake hands with the guy. "Hey, Mr. Svening. How've you been?"
What's the point?
You know how long it takes for that smell to come off?
Scrub all you like, it'll stick around for two days.
How does he explain it to his colleagues and family?
They'll think he doesn't know how to wipe his ass.
Meanwhile, you are left with a hand that smells like shit.
Small price to pay...
for the smiting of one's enemies.
I think I'll pass.
Do me a favor. Stay here while I go talk to him.
I assure you tonight's program will go off without a hitch.
I hope so, for your sake. You picked a dangerous mall to host a game show in.
I hear the Easter Bunny was accosted this morning.
If there is anything...
remotely resembling the kind of trouble you had at the Governor's Ball...
you're gonna be hosting the Lotto drawing on public access the rest of your career.
Gentlemen, please, trust me.
I have just taken the necessary precautions...
to ensure everything will go smoothly.
Noth-Nothin' to worry about. Nothin' to worry about. Sound test. Sound test.