Al Pacino

King enters wearing a suit made of calculators and stands behind Pacino.

King: BOO!

Pacino: PACINO!

King: AHHH! Don't scare me like that hippie!

Pacino: As long as you shut your pie hole this interview will go down sound as a pound.

King: So what's up?

Pacino licking a swordfish: Shut your cake hole!

King: Hmmmm? Oh yeah, that.

King walks over to a giant crader in the ground filled with cakes and pies he raises his hands to the sky and electricity strikes him in the chest until giant doors seal the pie hole shut.

King: It has begun. Hoo-hah!

Pacino: Your out of your league little man.

King: Now what's this new flick of yours? I hear it really sucks.

Pacino: Who'd you hear that from?

King points to Harvey Kietel: Him.

Kietel: Suck, your latest film sucked, I might as well have put birds in mouth instead of wasting my time at your latest suck-a-thon, Al; you suck, truly. Suck. No joke. Suck.

Pacino: Film?

King: This town ain't big enough for the three of us. Say hello to my little friend!

King lifts up sign saying "Kingland Population: II"

Pacino: Where's your little friend?

Kietel taking a shower: Holy crap his little friends behind you!

Leprechaun: I'm the leprechaun! Vanity is defentely my favorite sin!

Pacino: Shut up!

Kietel: Suck. No two words about it. Suck.