The Wienie King isn""t fazed: "Why, dirt""s as natural in this world as sin, disease, storms, twisters, floods, and cyclones.You""ve had your fun.You""re spent"), dressed in her airport rental car-company uniform (she was on her way to work):My God, it""s hot.It""s like falling off a cliff in slow-motion, you know.Only after a while, you wish you""d hit the ground already, you know." He states he fell off a cliff when he met her.Then, she tries to bring up his spirits:Now you""ve gotta stop being sick...that guilty look on your face, it""s sick.Would you stop blaming yourself, you god-damn stupid preppy.It""s nobody""s fault.It""s not your fault.That""s he only thing I""m gonna ask you.Otherwise, I know you""re gonna be OK.(pause) Screw Paris!...Screw Paris and music and all that stuff you thought you stole from me.I don""t care, don""t you believe hat? (He shook his head no) Then get the hell out of here.I don""t want you at my god-damn deathbed.He finally admits: "I believe you.I really do." She responds with a last request: "That""s better.Would you please do something for me, Ollie? (He kisses her hand) Would you please hold me? (He half-heartedly hugs her) No, I mean really hold me.[Kesey wrote the first version of the film""s screenplay.] The film""s title was derived from a familiar, ongue-twisting Mother""s Goose children""s folk song (or nursery rhyme) calledVintery, Mintery, Cutery, Corn.