 I gotta dance. You can't. I gotta party. The rules. I've been cooped up too long, Clay. In the closet? With Lee. Bugs? And Lee. Mice? And Lee. Silverfish? Big. Two inches, Clay. You got two inches? You wouldn't believe it. Oh, man. Their feathery legs skittering across my pellet duct at midnight. Wow, Sam. Wow, indeed. Well, at least finish the show. If I must. Are you going to Port Jervis? Yes. Uh-huh. But I have a little stop.