 Yeah, well... Billy, you and I singing a duet could have done a better job than that woman. It was a rough night. You know my favorite? I know you've got to go on the air. Remember, this was... Billy, we've got three hours. Don't worry about it. 20 years ago, some poor young woman was singing in Montreal for, I think, some sort of international game, and she forgot the lyrics. And so she ran off to get the lyrics, and then the red carpet slipped out from under her, and she fell down on the ice. I did not see that. Don't you think, though, the crowd just kind of picks you up eventually?