[As long as the silver-ruffled chucklefucker upstairs never pops his pod, maybe they can keep horror movies out of this equation entirely.]

You're serious? That's damn near nostalgic, toss in some stars and spangles and you can double it as the Fourth of July.

[Richie sucks air in through his teeth, pulling a face. How awkward.] Have to pass, sadly. His cousin's no fan of mine and I've got no interest in kicking around where I'm not wanted.

But hey, I'll catch you around some other day, yeah? I owe you a drink on the grounds of being the only living soul for miles with a good sense of silver screen history.