TCWH (in awe. Kind of stuck in "in awe" voice from teaching all day, e.g., "You picked your nose and you didn't eat it? That's awesome!"): Wow. Look at him playing the harmonica.

Dh (in awe, too, because the great Bob Dylan is wearing one of those harmonica harnesses that makes him look like he has headgear on, ala "Freaks and Geeks", not "Tambourine Man"): Umm. Hmm.

God, I'm a scintillating conversationalist, ain't I?

TCWH: Look how out of breath he is. Playing the harmonica must really suck.

Here comes the punch line.

Wait for it, wait for it...

And...

Dh: Don't you mean it must really blow?

Thank ya. Thank ya verry much. We'll be here all WEEEEEEK.

I bet you can't wait to come back (insert *ping* toothed smile here)!

::slaps you on the ass on your way out::