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I think your socks have a certain type of courage.
A certain kind of ambition, determination.
How many times have you done a big laundry? Go to the dryer take out your socks,
count 'em up, one of them got out.
[Laughter]
He escaped to go off on his own. What are his chances out there?
[Laughter]
I don't think they're very good. A lot of times I walk down the street
and I'll see a dirty sock just lying in the street.
What happened to him? It's a sock that didn't make it.
But he took that risk. That's what I respect.
'Cos socks, socks, think about it, they hate their lives.
They do, they're in the shoe, they're in the drawer, and they hate it.
He waits for the dryer. That's his chance and he knows it.
He waits, he bides his time and then you open the dryer door
and he waits by the side, he hopes that you don't see him
and then he runs and sometimes he grabs onto a sweater,
this gives him a little head start. That's how they get away.