Jack: Kenneth, you're a Middle American. A Joe Average. You're the only one around here who knows what ordinary people want. So tell me. What makes you laugh?
Kenneth: The usual, I suppose. Two hobos sharing a bean. Lady airline pilots. I remember growing up in Stone Mountain, my whole family would go down to the Chuckle Hut.
Jack: That's the local comedy club?
Kenneth: Oh, no, sir, It's a Chuckle Hut. You see, the chuckle is the part of the pig between the tail and the anus. But at night, the Chuckle Hut becomes the Laugh Factory. And that's a comedy club.