 He goes, where's my shoes? Where's my shoes? It was like, you know, lead the gun, take the shoes, Joe. That's what it pretty much was. I mean, how great is that? How great is that? Joe Barber, we love you. We'll be watching you on Broadway. And thank you. An honor to be your friend. And love to the family, my dear friend. God bless you. Thank you, Joey. God bless you, Joey. Thank you so much. Hey, let me get back to some Frank Sinatra music. I see the call boards, like, blowing up. And I'm getting every single person on the air tonight.