Kenny: Where the hell is he?
Roz: I don't know. I called his cell, I called his house... You're going to have to go on for him.
Kenny: Me?
Roz: Yeah, you. Well, I'm not. Last time I did it, it was a total disaster!
Roz: Aren't you always saying you used to be a DJ?
Kenny: Oh, twenty years ago. I can't do that anymore!
Roz: Well, it better come back to you. You've got five seconds.
Kenny: I can't. I'm a nervous wreck. My palms are sweaty, my mouth is like cotton... [suddenly smooth talking] Hey, Emerald City, Kenny Daly here! Master of the Mike, Baron of the Booth, the Man of the Hour, too sweet to be sour! The doctor's out today, but Kenny's here, filling the seat, takin' the heat! I might even throw in a call or two to Grandma Gert. [old lady voice:] But no kids, I hate kids! Whoo-hoo, she's in a mood today!