Good night, Paul.

Good night.

Not clan E.

You okay?

I find, you know, maybe I should take a look at your leg.

Okay?

Yes.

You look?

Yep.

Wow.

That peg is really making the skin Schaff.

Okay?

You know, somebody told me 10 years ago.

One day I'd be five inches tall, divorced, helping a famous Vietnamese dissident get a new foot while cruising up a fjord in Norway, discussing the end of the world with you organized Bjornsson.

I'd have said he was crazy.

Mhm.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I thought Jesus, I'm such an idiot.

No, please.

I want, you know.