Pat Oliphant for August 26, 1997

Transcript:

Tobacco executive: They're gaining - I'll throw 'm eleven billion. Second tobacco executive: F'Godsake, hurry! Wolves: Well, lookie here! Light up a Lucky. Man, I'd run a mile for one of these. Not bad, not bad. Is this what all the fuss was about? Lower tar, more taste - they must be new - improved. Who were those nice guys? Hey! Next time throw out some children, too. Punk: If these things are addictive, I'll sue. Executive: 'Tis a small price to pay.