A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three seats near the back of the theater. An usher tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher threatened, "If you don't move I'll have to call the manager." The man only groaned again.

The usher called the manager who came to speak to the cowboy but he, too, was unsuccessful to getting him to move. All the cowboy did was groan.

The manager called for the police and two officers arrived. One of them said, "All right, Buddy, what's your name?"

"Fred," the cowboy moaned.

"Where ya from, Fred?" asked a policeman.

With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving, Fred replied, "...the balcony."