Ricky
Dear Eight Pound, Six Ounce, Newborn Baby Jesus, in your golden, fleece diapers, with your curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin' at the air...
Chip
He was a man! He had a beard!
Ricky
I like the baby version the best, do you hear me?! I win the races and I get the money! I work too hard for your bull, Chip.

