Let me tell you something, Arthur. You're not going to last two months. You'll last much longer than that. You're gonna be like everyone else, talking about how you hate L.A., like it's a prison camp with five area codes, how the people are so dumb, so plastic, so silicone, how nothing's open late, how you have to drive to take a walk, the houses are ugly, the clothes are loud, the bagels are doughy, the pizza sucks, the murder trials last two years, the marriages last two months. Then you ...