That can't be right.

I can't believe it.

God, I can't take it anymore.

Larry, I have no choice.

I mean, you two have been my parents for the last 15 hours, and I can't throw that away.

Chris, I can't believe you're going through with this.

Oh, yeah, I believe that.

I thought we cleared that up.

I found out that I'm adopted.

I can't rest until I'm reunited with my true parents and my ancestral homeland.

I told you no good could come from being photographed.

No, but I have a feeling you have some stupid theory.

I mean that in the most Christian sense.

I got a few that would knock her socks off.

That's why I don't have any brothers or any sisters.

Of course, I have a little different taste in clothing, but, you know, that's my generation.

I want you to know that your simple ways will always be a part of me.

But until that time, I must carry all my belongings in a simple handkerchief tied to a stick.

I know I'm going to regret this question, Vladis, but just what do you mean by that, Chris?

But to be honest, I never had the cheekbones to carry off that cute beard without a mustache look anyway.