When everything's alright and OK, you know, we have to make things worse. If variety is the spice of life, then what we're using does not work. We make things worse, and we make things worse. We've been reduced to late night romance, lighted by TV screens. And I'm convinced that my not knowing how to dance has fumbled up all your dreams. We make things seem worse than they were. Have we made things worse? But we've got something here. We've got something here. I won't walk out the door, I won't hang up. It would be too easy just to give up. We've got something here.