You guys are really courteous.
Thank you, thank you.
So, um, let's see,I was in Bemidji...
You know, the Bemidji.
And there's a signwhen you're entering Bemidji.
It says, "Entering Bemidji,home of Paul Bunyan."
I didn't think you could claim
to be the hometown ofa fictional character, you know?
I mean, what's next?
Entering Scarsdale, New York,home of Aquaman.
Ghostbusters World Headquarters,next right.
The neighborhood I grew up inhad a sign.
It said, "Go slow. Deaf child."
When I was a little kid,I used to worry a lot
about the deaf kid, 'cause Ilive on a very busy street,
and I was always worried he'dbe out playing in the street,
and a car would come whippingaround the corner,
and he wouldn't hear it,and he'd get hurt.
Nowadays, I drive by that sign,and all I can think is,
"When is this deaf kid goingto get his act together
and move out ofhis parents' house, you know?"
I mean, he's gotto be pushing 30 now, really.
Time to stop actinglike a deaf child
and start actinglike a deaf adult, everyone.
I was raised by a coupleof white people, white folks.
They were good people, but theywere honkeys, is what they were.
They were a coupleof cracker-eating honkeys.
They said we were Irish.
We were from Ireland,supposedly.
I don't particularly thinkthis complexion
is well-suitedto any environment,
uh, above the earth's crust,to tell you the truth.