Nicolas Cage

King: Welcome to Larry King Live viewers, I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.I'm Larry King.

Cage: Its not correct to use abreviations, you should say I am Ugly McBastard, I mean Larry King.

King: Did you go to some Gad damn school to learn that or were you just born smart wiseguy!?!

Cage: I was born smart, and on the fourth of July.

giant American flag drops down and Cage starts to rap.

Cage: Yo yo yo I was born on the fourth of July baby I got me a gun, I got me a mind, if I knew no better I'd blow you away. Whatchya mouth sucka 'cause Cage be here, on da block shootin' yous bastards, can't go no fasta, drink up cause tomorrow ain't got smack to the wall!

Larry King re-enters dressed like a 1940s gangster with a tommy gun. Rap music stops.

King: The jiggy is up!

Cage: No homeboy tha expression is gettin' jiggy with it. Stupa baztad!

King: Aux contraire mon frere!

King guns Cage down.

King: SO HOW ABOUT TELLING US ABOUT YOUR NEW MOVIE!?! HUH!?!

Cage gasping: Help me...Somebody ....he shot me!..

King: Well if you're not going to tell us about your new movie somebody better!

Boon mic operator: I filmed my hands with a camcorder, you know, in case they get cut off I can watch them any time.

King: Good! Some one else!?!

Cage: My new one iz called City of Angels.

King: Oh, you want to speak now!?! How cute! Listen everybody mister grammer made a movie called Cities of the Angels! Well why don't you tell us about it!(King points gun at Cage's head)

Cage: I play dis dude who !@$%@#$%%@#%$#%@#%@^&*&!!! all da #%##$^# with dis stupa %^&&$ bastad who's always jammin' on my turf bro.

King: Sounds good let's see a clip from City of Angela

a servant walks in with a snipit of film on a plate.

Cage: Literay device; PUN!

King: Damn you and your use off this bloody language!

King blows Cage away once and for all.

King: That rap song of his was cute eh? Let's have him do that again.

Stagehand: He's dead, dead people can't rap boss.

King: Damn, friggin' American politics!

King and stage hand scratch their heads and it fades to neon pink.