"Am I supposed to sit here and tell everybody how great you were when all you did was laugh at my guitar playing and brag about my songwriting behind my back? Some friend. Yeah, we held a tribute--you know, like Caesar. We didn't come there to bury you, just to murder a few of your songs, and we held it at McCormick Place. Yeah! The place we couldn't fill if our lives depended on it, and that ain't all. Six months after you kissed the big bazooka, me and [Goodman's daughter] Sarah had to pick up a Grammy for you. How ironic! So there you go partner. The beer's in the bathtub, there'll be no showers tonight, and the fat lady is still singing one long song. Give us a call sometime."