the ice cream truck rolled in , and dave got to pick whatever he wanted , on the house , and even mr. pakinaw , a nasty old widower who fired a bb rifle at squirrels ( and kids , too , sometimes , if their parents were n't looking ) and screamed all the time for people to just be fucking quiet , will ya he opened up his windows and put his speakers up against the screens and next thing you know , dean martin was singing `` memories are made of this '' and `` volare '' and a lot of other shit jimmy would normally puke if he heard , but today , it fit .