Robert DeNiro is indeed waiting... Talking Italian, no less.

I remember that contest. We should have made Frylock go last since his hair absorbed all the melted water, leaving just a pile of hard ice for Guido to push he head into. He put a towel around his neck before taking the plunge but he did not really need one.

And though we refer to it as a contest, it had no objective. Or prize. Or rationale.

That was the same week the pediatrician gave us foolproof advice on how to threaten a baby into not crying! If I recall, that advice involved a Q-Tip and a jar of petroleum jelly...