It’s gonna be great. BFD. Me for President.

My room number is 3-2-1.

No. Not like that. I know what to say. Promise I do.

What I meant was, “Your room number is 321, and my Secret Service guys don’t all speak broken English. Because this is America.”

Or words to that effect. I mean, you think a guy like me with hair plugs and no brains or principles to speak of doesn’t know when it’s the Final Countdown?