 I wrote a poem, and she started helping me. We had to write a poem in Spanish. I can remember mine. El taco es en el baño con el gato. That's it. That was my poem. It was like a haiku or something. It was awful. And she was like, I will help you. I was like, thank God. I'm surprised Austin doesn't even know Spanish, especially since he hyper-focuses on this one subject. I mean, there's a little more out there in the world than...