Oh, too bad.

He never tells me. You're crazy. Let's get going. Telling you is a long shot. You need never see him again, huh? Oh, he's probably sitting somewhere with… I only hope he does. Yeah, that's what we want to hear. Is he good? Madam, I can't tell you how flattered I… It's just for Carlo's ears. How about a Mother's Day poem, Mr. D? He'll probably kick me right down the st… I guess I get the idea. It's as bad as that, huh?