scott baio and i became great friends. both of us gigantic losers. - so they gave you your statue?ht it. they were gonna melt it into a gray ball with milli vanilli. i couldn't let that happen. i always thought that once i was back on top, madame tussauds was gonna want me again. - and she will. chuck, now that we're admitting things, um, your head kind of fell off. please, don't be mad at me. i stuck it back on with a scoop of your crotch wax. - i'm not mad, carol. i should've gotten rid of that thing years ago. that statue's now just a sad reminder of the glory i never had. i can't even get hacked. it's over. - don't you say that. the menendezes could kill again. - i want you to destroy that thing, carol. i never want to see it again. - chuck, are you sure? it could be useful. you could try out new haircuts on it before you take the plunge. - i have someone for that. carol, kill him. ["l♪vwho can turn the worldan jeton with her smile?s♪ ♪ who can take a nothing day, ♪ ♪ and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? ♪ ♪ well it's you girl, and you should know it. ♪ with each glance an