"Victor, shouldn't we have a cause?" JD says. "What about global warming or the Amazon? Something. Anything."
"Passe. Passe. Passe." I stop. "Wait--Beau! Is Suzanne DePasse coming?"
"What about AIDS?"
"Passe. Passe."
"Breast cancer?"
"Oh groovy, far out," I gasp before slapping him lightly on the face. "Get serious. For who? David Barton?

He's the only one with tits anymore."
"You know what I'm trying to say, Victor," JD says. "Something like Don't Bungle the Jungle or--"
"Hey, don't bungle my jungle, you little mo." I consider this. "A cause, hmm? Because we can"--I mindlessly

light another cigarette--"make more money?"