I'm worn out by all this talent show arguing, Luann. Just count me out. Don't move, Bern. I'm gonna get glue, scissors, a black marker and some cotton!
Mr. Fogarty … you DO have fond memories of US, do you not? Indeed I do, Miss Phelps. That incident with the scissors comes to mind … Mr. Fogarty, if I were to ask you to allow me to do something rather personal to you, what would you say? Gluk. Well! I'd - a-hem! (excuse me) I'm sure I'd say um ... okay ... Splendid! I'll go get the scissors.