. ♪ my horn can pierce the sky ♪ [moroccan music] ♪ this is equal parts scotch, absinthe, rum, gin, vermouthn! all right, one more time around the block. it will grant you one wish. i wish you would stop rubbing that lamp in that creepy way. stupid--everybody knows to ask for 100 more wishes. dumb. [sitar being tuned] hey, hey, ange, check it out. [exotic accent] ♪ there's a place in france ♪ where the naked ladies dance [chuckles] really, andy? it's christmas, and you're singing about nudity and france. ♪ there's a hole in the wall ♪ where the men can see it all ♪ jim, check that out. what is it? that is vodka, and i mixed it with orange juice. i call it an orange vod-juice-ka. wow, that is delicious. yeah. i can't believe no one's thought of it. i know! [moroccan music] [shouting] aw, yeah! [tom-tom beats] belly dancing. 120, 180...200. all right. ah, thank you so much. my daughter is gonna love this. so glad i could help. thanks. merry christmas. you too. ♪ fa la la la la ♪ la la ka-ching [moroccan music] (michael) oh, so this is what every day would be like if you hadn't left india. oh,

he created a "cocktail" called the earthquake-- equal parts absinthe and brandy.e avenue frochot, a private street on the lower slopes of montmartre. but the drinking continued and he lost control of his line and his life. a final design for a poster commissioned by jane avril emerged, but was never executed. in 1899 hifamily had him committed to an asylum. produced a series of masterful depictions of circus scenes remembered from his youth to convince the doctors of his rehabilitation. the drawings persuaded his doctors that he was in charge of his life, but that illusion was short-lived. after a vacation he began to drink heavily, insulting and occasionally assaulting friends and strangers. he frequented old haunts and painted a blowsy courtesan plying her trade-- using looser brushwork than ever before. in 1901, at the age of 36, he died from a combination of syphilis, alcoholism, and congenital infirmities. his father wrote to his first teacher "the little one as you used to call him died last night. i saw him but he did not see me; his eyes were wide open but