 The bread she shoved into my face. You're never going to gain weight. Don't worry. Mary, I love you. I'll see you at Hoboken, kid. God bless you. I try to keep in touch, Joe. I will for sure, Mary. She shoved in the bread. You got to eat something. Here, eat this bread. It was great, Mary. Hoboken, Mary, the one, the only. Yes, on our way to Hoboken. Hey, Joe Piscopo, Sundays with Sinatra, coming right back.