Mike: "Hell, every guy's got his dream. Am I right? Between you, me and the wall, I had a doozy myself last night. Get this, a corn-fed harvest mouse, a hooker, a nun, a Flemish peasent woman, whips, chains, whistles, yo-yo-, a circus midget, my grandmother riding by on a bicycle giving me the finger, and a duck. Now, I don't know-- Are you crying?"