Ending credits? Why the fuck do I care who the second assistant to the gaffer is? Do you really give a damn who provided the free wardrobe to some asshole who makes more money than you do? And if they really wanted us to care, why the fuck to they scroll them by so damn fast? I'm not a fucking speedreader. Instead, make the show a minute longer and make me laugh some more. Or just show pictures of some hot broads jumping on trampolines.
Let's drink to the sound guy:..
1 1/2 ounces vodka
1/4 ounce Cointreau
1/8 ounce Chartreuse
Stir ingredients with cracked ice in a shaker and pour into a chilled cocktail glass. Twist an orange zest over the drink and then float zest in drink.