Charlie and Linda in “Help Daddy Find His Toenail”

I came to apologize. I am sorry about last night.

You're sorry? For ruining one of the most important nights of my career? For embarrassing me within an inch of my life?

Ooh, yeah! I mean, unless I did something else.

No, you did quite enough, thank you.

Look, I understand why you're mad, but it really wasn't my fault. I was nervous about last night so my mother gave me what I assumed was one of her tranquilizers. But now I'm thinking it was a little something she had left over from Woodstock.