Tired

This is Otis after locking me out of the car. [he laughs] Ah, stop. [referring to the cows] And look here, lads, there’s an audience as well.

Good boy Otis! Press–press–press the–press it for daddy? Good–that’s it, press it? Press it. [sighs] The car is on. [another deep sigh]

[to the cows] What’re you looking at?

Otie? Good boy, Otis. That’s it! Good–press the thing! Press the thing! Press the button. Press the button. Awgh.

[to the cows] Sorry, do you know a mechanic around the place? Good night last night? Your horns are twisted round your head, by the way [indistinct Irishness][to the cows] You? Anyone? Nah? You’re all talk. None of you feckin’ help.Otis! Will you let me into the car, please! [sobs]

[prying open the window a crack] Thank god I didn’t fix this window. Oh, shit, a thing has got in.

Otie! Press the button there for dad! [laughter] Good boy! That’s it! Press it! Press it! Good boy, press it–back a bit. Back a bit, good boy. [Otis crosses the center console, fails to unlock the car]

[to the cows] Could you use your horns there to burst through the door?Otie! Come here! [kisses] Good boy, come here! Good boy, press it! Press it, come on! Come here! [Otis crosses and does not unlock the car] [sighs] Why’d you go that way? Good boy.Come here, come on. [he runs to the other side of the car] Come here! [kisses] [Otis crosses and does not unlock the car] [he runs around the car] Otie! Come here baby! [kisses] Good boy, come here! [Otis crosses and does not unlock the car] We’re gonna keep running over and back until you press it.

[to the cows] How’re things?Come on, Otie! Press it! Press it. Yes. Yes! [laughter] Otie! You did it! Good boy!

forget howl lets talk about the real Stealer of the Show, spicy mama Prince Justin. how about a little fire scarecrow indeed mmmm