Deja vu boy!

I know you told me not to talk to you... but I have a few questions.

It's important.

Now you HAVE to acknowledge me.

...What do you mean, it's 2011?

So. Married, huh? I'm pretty sure this isn't what my mother had in mind, but if only I could call her up... I'd love to see the look on her face.

( Private. )

Is there a place that sells motorcycles here?

Really, this could be... a great learning experience?