Yeah, and I never liked it then, either. But they're playing it right now-- over there, and I...

[ Alan gestures half-heartedly to the crowd in the park behind them, then sighs, a heavy one that barely manages to deflate any tension from his still very stiff shoulders, shaking his head. ]

I can't explain it, I just-- no, I'm not sure, but I still have to ask. I can't not ask. [ He looks uneasily at the sharpie, as if Mitchell were holding out a needle instead. ] You're weirdly prepared for this.