One vignette has Roy sneaking into a run-down strip joint in the early hours for the last numbing feature, a middle-aged stripper being introduced thusly: “And now, for the delicious not to mention the pleasure of you gentlemen out there, direct from Paris—that's a burg in southern Illinois—guaranteed to raise your spirits if nothing else, the proud proprietor of the best breasts in the Middle West, Miss May Flowers.” Miss Flowers appears on stage and strips lifelessly before a couple dozen semicomatose patrons without raising anything. After the show, coming out of her dressing room, she sees Roy and asks him to light a cigarette for her because her hands are full, one holding a bag with her outfit and the other a bag with her wig. After he has torched the cigarette for her, she tells him, “Don't you end up like these bums come in this dive don't do nothin' but tell each other sad stories of the death of Kings,” apparently referring to Shakespeare's Richard II: