 No Francis. No crying, sighing, moaning, or groaning. I'll smile from 7 to 12. And this above all, no talk of the past. Only the present. And the future. That's the new Felix I've been waiting for. Oh, this is going to be a hell of a night. Hey, where do you want to go? For what? For dinner, where we'll eat. You mean a restaurant? For the four of us? Oh, that'll cost a fortune. We'll cut down on laundry. We won't wear socks on Thursdays.