 Except by instinct, Steve, I'd say it was imperable. Even your own mothers could tell you apart. I hardly know which of us is me. Neither one of us is you. We're both me. And don't forget it, even for a second. Okay, Steve. Now you're going to my nightclub with Doc. Your nightclub? That's right. The Silver Swan. I own it. Doc will point out everybody in the place to you. Tell you anything and everything you need to know about them.