 Other than I'm thinking, can you see those other alligators? Uh-oh. There comes Albert the alligator, the little pampered. Look at his toenails. They're all polished, and he's got a little Armani suit on. They're all just saying, be quiet. He can't even see us. Nobody will notice. Because he's from New York. So you take your dad to Texas, and he's like, hey, yo, what up? Hey. Whose hood is this? Nice boots. I could make those.