This is getting way too weird, too many people listening in. So all of you, put your fingers in your ears for a minute, okay?
Hey, Melissa, pppsssttttt, Melissa, are you there, well anyway, I can't put the stamp of approval on your firefighter dude until the time comes when he asks your Dad. I'd kinda spoil things if I did that. I mean, what would be the point of him asking if he was sure of the answer. He has to be nervous, you know, palms a little sweaty and all. That day is a story he will tell for years if it comes, and I hope it does.
Just between us, okay.
Ladies, you can take your fingers out of your ears now.
