Location: The bar at the Little Rock Hilton.
Setting: A quiet Monday evening. Five or six customers are sitting at tables, being attended to by a blonde server with hair that falls well below her shoulders. Her low-cut black dress is slit almost to the hip, revealing much hosiery-covered thigh as she moves around the room. The bar has nobody sitting at it and the obese female bartender has stepped out for a few minutes.
Two young men enter and take seats at the bar. They bear a strong physical resemblance to Beavis and Butthead. They sit for two minutes without speaking.
Beavis: Duuuuuuuuude! Domestics, four-twenty five...for a Bud Light!
Both get up and begin to leave.
Butthead: This must be Paris Hilton's private bar. heh, heh!
Beavis: Paris Hilton. Heh, heh.
They disappear into the lobby.