Three to your one.

He rang me up this morning. She's gone home to her little girl. Get out your tomahawks! You really make me feel wanted. They're starving to death. Look, man, I'm over here trying to gobbl… It looks like a health food store in her… Your father has done that? I can never explain what it's like here. I've told you all this before. What's so funny? Don't tell me your story. That's what you say, buddy boy. Oh, you're killing me. Sure, Eric.