Um, seven degrees of separation … in Rhode Island, you must know, now that you live here, there are only three and a half degrees. And if your last name ends with a vowel, there are just two. The connection is: you-know-what-I-mean.

And also, um, I thought it was funny when asked, “Do you like cheese in your soup?” and I responded, “Sometimes.” To which he asked, “Well, what about this time?”