No, you can't.

I can fix that, no problem.

No, when I hear her speak, no, that's not her.

I don't hear no one leaving.

I bet they can't see us through the garage door.

Hey, I forgot about that.

Oh, well, I can fix that.

Sorry, I didn't quite hit that last chord, did I?

Mama, I can't wait to see what it looks like when you start to beg.

A thought that I find sobering, but...

Sorry, that's called hostage disorientation, I think.

No, Irma and I have been pen pals for years, and now that she's hit the streets, well, we've fallen madly in love.

I bet they know what I know, that you would never hurt me.

Oh, honey, did you get me that sack of horse manure that I have my eye on?

No, I don't believe they should be allowed to communicate with the outside world.

You know, that picture I sent you wasn't really of me.

And that's why I want to help these good prison folk.

No, it's time for me to perform that most wondrous of morning tasks, the opening of the morning mail.

I mean, people that have fallen on hard times deserve our love and our compassion.

This might be a good time for me to debut my little love song that I wrote.