It's beautiful to live, our ninety-seven years ago.

This is pitiful. A thousand people, freezing their butts off, waiting to worship a rat.

What a hype. I don't like they used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out and they used to hate it.

You're a hypocrite, Alia!

You got a problem with what I'm saying, Larry. Untie your tongue and you come out here and talk, huh?

Am I upsetting you, Princess? You know, you want a prediction about the weather. You're asking me to roll. I fell.

I'll give you a warm winter prediction. It's going to be cold. It's going to be great.

And it's going to last you for the rest of your life.

Come to squirrels and the birds come, gather around and sing them a song.

Oh, why? Have you got nothing to say?

Well, where's fail? She speaks and makes a statement for me.

Walk to the garden, so the road is going to see you.

Have you got nothing to say?

And you can see days each there, but steps.

Can you mind if you want to fall apart?

Okay.

All right. A very obvious musical choice, but I couldn't resist.

I think most of why I would say 50% of why I wanted to do this segment is because I love that song so much.

And it's very appropriate because we have a collection of cakes.

We've got three cakes in person, and we've got another cake on the line from Los Angeles area.

Are you hearing us there, LA Kate?

I do, I hear you guys glad and good.

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