“Where am I?”

A mountain.

“I’m home?”

Different mountain.

“I only live on one.”

Sundance, Bobby. The movie premiere.

“Did I do porn again?’

Again?

“Forget I said that. Wait. Documentary.”

Right.

“How many documentaries they gonna make about me?”

You’re fascinating.

“You bet. Hey, question.”

Shoot.

“Why am I jamming with Meatloaf?”

Not Meatloaf. John Popper.

“I don’t know if that’s better or worse.”

You took the words right out of my mouth.