Like this, for example:
Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but this makes me want to run away. (He's even drinking--look closely, that's a Scotch-and-water he's holding. He's not just a clown with a gun, he's a drunk clown with a gun).
Maybe I'm the only clownophobe out there.
But...I mean...look at him.
Jesus. No wonder the Thirties were so messed up. An innocent kid might be walking past a newsstand and see that.
(ObSimpsons: "And that little boy...grew up to be Roy Cohn. And now you know...the rest of the story!")