Okay, you asked for it! Now you've gone and seem to have insulted trumpeters! You apologize to your lovely daughter for saying she has fat, flaccid lips or I'm gonna call down The Curse Of G. G. Conn on you!

Me, I'm used to your insults, your blind prejudice against the Instrument of Instruments, but you've insulted the fruit of your very own loins and you better ask her pardon and forgiveness or Ol' C. G.' Curse is gonna come whoompin' down on you!