Lady like Please welcome Ingrid Andress.

I can't wait to show you.

You probably feel like you after hearing all the stories I've been telling you for six months.

Probably have to sleep in.

I'm not John scare you off, but I just thought that we should talk a few things out.

Way little Jack.

Your tires, boy.

Whiskey!

Over.

Take it.

They don't like you.

I'll be.

But you'll be breaking my sisters way Crazy nights again.

Faster!

Huh?

E guess a bad Wanya She feels every hard, eh?

Wait, everybody!