Triumph the Insult Comic Dog: Rickles over there, mister, "mister big shot Las Vegas", "mister humps the showgirls", mister, "mister I opened for Sinatra". Oh, that must've been a real treat for the Sinatra fans. You know? "Hey folks, we've got Alpo Supreme coming up for you, but first, you've got to drink out of the toilet."
[audience laughter/cheers]
Don Rickles: Adorable animal. Adorable.
Triumph the Insult Comic Dog: What the hell am I doing? I'm insulting a legend! Rickles is the king.
Conan O'Brien: ...For you to poop on?
Triumph the Insult Comic Dog: No! Shut up, you hockey puck! Not for me or ANYONE to poop on! Mr. Rickles, please, I apologize. I, they put me up to this. You're the king, not for anyone. Mr. Rickles, this may be presumptuous on my part, but I would be so honored... may I sniff your butt?