The Naked Gun 33 1/3rd

The movie underway, Huey Lewis belts out lyrics from the song, “Hip To Be Square,” him and his wife of five years sit. Hand in hand, infant at home with a grandparent and or guardian.

“…and I even cut my hair!”

“That’s all I want. You, to cut your hair.”
The man answered, turning to the left. Holding hands.
“I’m blind.”
“You’re a biker.”
“Tie me on.”