 I get tired of resting, there's nothing to do but walk. Walk it off, Bob. And when I don't care to listen, there's nothing to do but talk. Keep your big mouth shut. When I'm up in the airplane, there's nothing to do but fly. Mm-hmm. Life is so peculiar, but I often wonder why. Oh, life. Bob, do whatever why. It's so peculiar. Sure is. A fork belongs to the knife, you know. Mm-hmm.