*sings* There he goes ... Mr. Grungy America ...

Ah, there he is, my man, looking suave and debonair as usual. See how delicately he picks his nose? How politely he sleeps sideways, snoring? How nice and white and straight are his teeth while yawning and catching flies? And don't forget the Armani wardrobe!

He's supposed to be playing a writer, so, actually ... it's probably not too far off, sadly. Remember that grungy-ass outfit and Damn Ugly Robe Johnny never changed out of in "Secret Window?"

Yeah. We're glamour pusses.