Sometimes you sup with long spoons.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons

You always try - you always serve the truth. But again - but the truth is often, you know, is often not necessarily a solid. It can be a liquid... What seems to be true is not necessarily the case when we look at it and we dissect it and take it apart, and we turn it around and we look at it from a different perspective... Whose truth are we talking about, your truth or my truth?

There goes my summer, I guess.

Come on over anyway, John would have loved it.

Is this some city? You go looking for Vermeer and you find William Blake.