All right. Well, now that we're all here, why don't we take turns saying something about Alan and how much he means to us. Oh, okay, Jake, you want to start ?
No, I got to go make room for cake.
All right. Uh, Berta! Why don't you get the ball rolling.
Sure. What the hell. Zippy, I got to tell you, when you first moved in, I didn't really care for you. You were a persnickety, self-righteous, smug son-of-a-bitch. And now, here we are, six years later. Thank you.