Ruby: Okay, hold still, Mr. Wiener, I’m going to start painting you now.
Frankfurter: Please, I insist that you call me Frankfurter, or Frank for short.
Ruby: Well, thank you so much for coming on such short notice, Frank. I was beside myself with having to find a replacement!
Frankfurter: How could I pass up the opportunity to be a work of art?! I’m honored.
Ruby: I’m so glad.
Frankfurter: Can you tell me who I’ll be working with today?
Ruby: When I’m finished painting you all sorts of groovy colors, you’ll be dancing with these lovely girls!
Meet Bubbles, Precious, Glory and Sunshine!
Frankfurter: Wow! Hello ladies!
(The girls all giggle at the suddenly longer and thicker frankfurter, then leave the room to go powder their nose.)
Ruby: Yes, an older gentleman requested three naked beautiful ladies, hiding behind a banner, with a wiener painted in psychedelic colors running around in front of them for his birthday party.
Frankfurter: Sounds like fun to me! I’m still young and firm, I’m still moist and juicy, baby!
Ruby: That’s what I like to hear! Okay, you’re all set!
And thanks again, if this works out, you may have yourself a regular gig.
Frankfurter: What happened to the last guy?
Ruby: I ate him.
Ruby: I’m just fucking with you, Frank!
Frankfurter: A ha!
Ruby: No, seriously. Look, I like you, so I’m gonna warn you and give you a fighting chance. Get out now before I put you inside my buns.
Frankfurter: But the paint?!
Ruby: Mustard, ketchup and relish.
Ruby: The last wiener wanted me to call him Frank too.
And with that, Ruby took her first bite, savoring the taste.