Ah, who's this?

But look, it's early. I'm on the roof of ole Triple Nipple Cal… They're strictly for suckers. A sacred oath. It's your friendly dead person. A man of a thousand faces. What kind of an oath? Once they finish the tour, I'll fly back… Se preferisce, pensi pure che non lo sti… They used to think spam was a luxury ite… Her doctor? Beats feeling pathetic. Carol, hi. They'll take good care of you. But I'm sure we can find you something.