 Hey, look, how's your Greg? Kelly! I was talking to my former boss, your Brockford Llama. He said, Joe, he took me by my hand. He pulled me over. He said, you're all lucky. It's going to be our luck. Oh, man, this is creeping me out. Mr. President, you've got to get out of here. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. George W. Bush? Hello, Mr. President. You, I don't like, but I can tolerate you for now. What's up?