Oh. Yeah, can I name names? [The voice coming from the ring lowers into a stage whisper.] Just make sure Rich doesn't try to make me go up in flames by throwing my wedding ring into the fireplace or some shit. Apparently he set shit on fire?

I don't know why. It's like how some people start the week stabbed or starving, I guess. Tell her to take it easy. Nobody wants to be the guy who ends up in the ghost garden because of fucking malnutrition.