Dude, please stop. Stop. Okay?

I appreciate what you're trying to do. I do.

But, dude, I'm really not in the mood for smiIing, all right?

Okay.

- What? - The oId Iady at table 37 wants you to sing

the birthday song for her grandson.

His name is Timmy, and he's eight years old.

I need birthday singers!

- Come on, people! We need birthday singers! - Fuck.

There he is. There's the big winner.

- Yeah! - Hey.

All right. Attention, guests!

Today's a very special occasion. It's Timmy's eighth birthday!

Big round of appIause. He's earned it.

He's got his whole Life ahead of him. The sky's the Iimit.

I don't know but I've been told

Someone here is getting old

Good news is dessert is free

Bad news is we sing off-key

Happy birthday