here , the camera takes a highly libertinous wrench and goes behind the most peculiar miguel shuba , who may not even be the least little bitty-bit real , his being a drunken delirium fantasy presentation of bi-color-or-so artie 's , but nevertheless who apparently is brownly and presently crouched down on one knee ( you always knew it was so we could have teams ) , in the perfect descending colson `` mammy '' positioning , his blue-jacketed arms outspread and grabbily slurping up six feet of swallowed air -- with his untucked , sloppy cotton shirt playfully blowing in the breeze entering from the dusty restaurant 's back , behind-the-counter door .