Show: Everybody Loves Raymond - 2x19
-Hey, Amy.
-Hi.
-Let me get that for you, babe.
-Thank you, Robert.
It's okay, Ray, I've got it.
You know, you get better-Iooking every day.
Can't wait till tomorrow.
Here you go.
You're killing me, man.
That smell.
You burned the popcorn again, didn't you?
All right.
That's an easy one.
Now try and guess what I spilled.
-Hi.
-Hi, Marie.
What is that....
Another dinner get away from you, dear?
-It's burned popcorn, Marie.
-Popcorn for dinner.
How fun.
It wasn't for dinner and I didn't-- -Amy!
-Marie!
-Honey.
-Hi.
Look, I'm wearing the pin.
-It Iooks great on you.
-Thanks.
And thank you so much for Iunch yesterday.
-Marie is such a Iifesaver.
-Oh, stop it.
A Iifesaver?
-You brought me Iunch at work.
-It was nothing. "
It was nothing."
You made your own mustard.
You deserve it.
Will you Iook at my gaIs?
I call them the "two musketeers."
That's stupid.
Okay.
WouId you Iike to come and have a cup of coffee?
-Oh, great.
-Okay.
Deb, wanna go get some coffee?
-No, I can't, I have-- -She has to take care of that smell.
-Right this way, my Iadies.
-Thank you.
What the hell was that?
Dad, what's the matter?
What's the big emergency?
I've got to fix the oven fan.
I need you and Robert to heIp me hoId the vent hood.
That's the emergency?
That's "get over here now"?
You wanna heIp or not?
Next time you better be in Iabor.
Ma wants to get the kitchen in good shape.
She's Ietting Amy cook dinner here Friday night.
You and Debra are cordially invited.
Wait a minute.
Mom's Ietting Amy use her kitchen?
That's right.
I don't have to tell you what a big deaI this is, do I?
Because it's huge.
It's not huge, Robert.
Mom has never Iet anybody cook in her kitchen.
Nobody.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
It's just, I'm excited for Amy.
And this is the first-year anniversary of us going out.
You know, Debra has cooked here, my friend.
No, she has not.
-She has, too.
-No, sir.
-She has, too, you freak.
-You're the freak!
Dad!
Has Ma ever Iet Debra cook in the kitchen?
I'm not getting invoIved in your stupid argument.
Your mother Iikes Amy better than Debra.
End of story!
HoId that up!
Wait, wait.
Wait a minute.
Who toId you that?
Your mother!
Don't go bIabbing that.
She said it was a secret.
What does she mean, she Iikes her more?
They're very cIose.
You know, they taIk every day.
-Every day?
What about yesterday?
-Was yesterday a day?
Every day.
For hours.
That's true.
Amy taIks her out.
Marie sometimes goes days without having to say a word to me.
I Iove Amy.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-Your dad okay?
-Yes.
Did you know that Amy's cooking a big dinner over there Friday?
-For their anniversary thing?
-Yeah.
Amy's cooking.
In my mom's kitchen.
You've cooked over there before, right?
What, are you kidding me?
Marie doesn't even Iike me cooking over here.
Can we turn the TV off, pIease?
Does the TV aIways have to be on?
-What's wrong with you?
-Nothing!
-Can't we just taIk?
-Okay, now you're scaring me.
You don't wish you couId cook over there sometime?
That wouIdn't be fun?
That might be the dumbest thing you ever said.
Give me the remote.
No.
No TV.
Come on, what are you doing?
This is stupid.
It isn't stupid.
You give me....
I don't care what your mom does with Amy, okay?
No!
-Ray, I'm watching the TV-- -She Iikes Amy more than you!
-What?
-Yeah, that's what she toId my dad.
She did?
Yeah, so then he toId me and Robert.
Oh, and don't go telling anybody, all right?
It's a secret.
Okay, I won't.
-Why do you care?
-I don't care.
Robert's the one who's acting a IittIe cocky. "
Amy's cooking."
What is this, Iike some kind of competition between you two?
-No!
What....
-Oh, my God, it is.
You can't stand it that your mommy Iikes Robbie's girI better than your girI.
I'm a IittIe insuIted by that.
You're insuIted?
I'm just this thing in your stupid sibIing rivaIry.
-There's no rivaIry.
-Oh no?
Robbie's got the better girI, Ray.
We're behind.
What are we gonna do?
Where are you going?
I've got a Iot of work to do.
There's the evening gown competition...
there's swimsuit competition....
Oh, my God.
TaIent competition.
What shouId I do?
TwirI or sing?
I know.
I'll do both.
One singularsensation Every little step she takes One thrilling combination Every move that she makes Idiot.
Nice.
Very nice.
Nice attitude.
Forget about Miss CongeniaIity, that's for sure.
I'm not an idiot.
Hi, Raymond.
Listen, on Friday, Amy's gonna cook-- -Yeah, I know.
Robert just toId me.
-Good.
So you'll be there?
Oh, Robbie is so excited.
-Yeah, that's nice for him.
Listen, Ma.
-What?
I wanna ask you something.
Sit down.
All right.
-Why do you Iike Amy more than Debra?
-What?
-Yeah, Dad toId me that you Iiked-- -He's Iying.
Did you say that you Iike Amy more than Debra?
I am not...
saying that.
What?
I am not saying...
that I Iike Amy more than Debra.
I know.
I know you're not saying it now.
But did you say it, ever?
What if I toId you that we have a tape of you saying it, Ma?
Give me the tape.
-There is no tape.
-Then you don't have any proof at all.
Wait, Mom.
Why did you tell Dad that?
It was supposed to be a secret.
I'm never going to taIk to that man again.
Why don't you Iike Debra?
Honey, I Iove Debra.
It's just that Amy and I get aIong so well.
She's a very nice girI, you know.
So is Debra.
Debra's nice.
-No, I don't mean "nice" Iike that.
-Then what?
I mean, Amy is very nice...
and very good.
She's a very good girI.
So is Debra.
No.
Good.
Pure.
Pure?
Wait.
Wait, what?
Pure, as in, Amy has never-- I was supposed to keep that a secret.
What?
Amy is a good girI?
But she's 33 years oId, Ma.
She can't be.
She can't?
-I mean, yeah, she can, but how?
It's so....
-Refreshing?
Wow, I don't beIieve it.
So Amy's never Iet anybody cook in her kitchen, either.
I don't Iike that, Raymond.
Wait a minute.
Why is Amy's "goodness" such a big deaI?
Because it tells me about her character.
The kind of person she is.
See, I think Robert is very Iucky to find a girI Iike that.
-How do you know that I wasn't Iucky, too?
-What are you saying?
How do you know that Debra wasn't....
You know, when we got married?
You mean, Debra was a good girI?
Listen, my mom was just here and we were taIking...
and it hit me.
I was being competitive about Amy, Robert, and my mom, and....
-I'm sorry.
Really sorry.
-All right.
I mean, you know, who cares what your mom thinks?
You're right.
You are.
You're right.
In fact, you shouId hear the reason...
why she Iikes Amy more than you.
-Oh, man.
She's nuts, that Iady.
-Why?
What did she say?
First of all, did you know that Amy has never....
She's saving up for Iater.
That's supposed to be a secret.
Who toId you that?
-My mom.
-She did?
Yeah.
Can you beIieve it?
That's it.
That's her whoIe reason.
-Because Amy's a-- -Good girI.
That's what she's calling her, a good girI.
Oh, my God.
It's so shallow.
What can I do?
I can't exactIy compete with Amy in that department.
Can't un-ring a bell.
You know what I did?
I toId my mother that you were a good girI, too.
What did you....
Well, how does she think we got the kids?
I meant before, you know, before we got married.
You can stop Iaughing now, Ray.
I don't want to.
Hi.
What, did you get Iost?
I'm starving here.
The babysitter just got there.
Yeah, yeah, Iet's get going.
Appetizers, Marie.
WeIcome to La Cucina di Amy.
May I take your coats?
I got it, Robert.
-Hi, Raymond.
-Hi.
Oh, Debra.
I'm so gIad you're here.
Come on.
I need your opinion on this sauce.
-Really?
-Yes, of course.
Yeah, tastes good.
What's your secret?
Extra-virgin oIive oiI?
All right now.
You boys take the appetizers and get out of here now.
And Iet us finish in here.
Okay, all right.
Come on, Debra.
Let's go.
No, no.
I want Debra to stay and heIp me with the saIad.
-Love your haircut, Deb.
-Thanks.
Yeah, it's very good.
Oh, well, you know me, good hair for a good girI.
Yeah, I wanna Iook good, wanna be good.
Good, good, good.
Okay, Iet's get going.
Let's Iet Amy and Mom finish up.
No, no.
No, it's Amy's dinner, you know, and we wouIdn't want to ruin it.
-Are you happy now?
-No.
-Why?
Your mom Iikes me.
-I'm sorry.
Hey, Ray, try one of these garIic rounds.
Amy made them.
-Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.
-Thank God!
Isn't this fun?
You know what, Debra?
You and I shouId make a big meaI for the famiIy together.
How Iong has it been?
Oh, gosh, pretty Iong.
Let's see....
Never.
No!
-Never?
-No.
-We just have to do it.
-That's okay.
-No.
We'll have Iots of fun.
-It's okay, Marie.
You know what?
You can make your Iemon chicken.
I Iove that.
-All right, stop it, Ma.
Just stop it.
-What?
Stop being nice to Debra!
Don't bother, Ray.
This is crazy.
She can't keep treating you Iike this.
I shouIdn't be nice?
You're being nice for the wrong reasons.
You know she can't cook.
And what I said about Debra, I Iied, okay?
I Iied.
What do you mean?
Debra wasn't a good girI when we got married.
What do you mean, "a good girI"?
Go ahead, Ray.
Tell them.
Oh, you weren't a good girI.
Gotcha.
So who cares about the cooking?
Why wouId you Iie to me, Raymond?
Because of you.
You care so much about who's a good girI and who's not.
You started this whoIe competition between Debra and Amy.
Here we go.
What competition?
Don't worry.
You win.
And if I'm following this right...
you Iose.
What are you guys taIking about?
You weren't supposed to say anything.
And that's why you Iike Amy better?
'Cause she hasn't been around the bIock?
Why didn't you tell me that?
It was a secret, Frank!
Yes.
It was a secret.
What did you tell Marie that for?
-I didn't tell Marie.
-Well, I didn't tell her.
Robert?
I'm sorry.
I haven't been paying attention.
All right.
Let me fill you in.
We just found out that you toId Mom-- Okay, Raymond, I'm up to speed.
How come you toId your mother about Amy?
You didn't tell me.
You didn't ask.
You asked?
I care about peopIe.
Marie, why wouId you ask that about me?
You know, I can expIain it.
Run.
Just run and keep running.
Robert, why wouId you tell your mother that?
So she'd Iike you better.
You're worse.
You Iied so she'd Iike me better.
A Iie of Iove.
Oh, God.
I keep forgetting what a freak show this famiIy is...
untiI somebody new comes in and Iooks at us Iike that.
I remember that Iook.
That used to be me.
And now I'm one of them.
-I take exception to that, Debra.
-I take exception to what you think, Marie.
You think just because you were a good girI in the '50s-- "Good girI"!
-Oh, God, no!
-Oh, Mom.
What are you taIking about?
Is that true, Marie?
I....
Go ahead, Marie.
I won't tell anyone.
Okay, yes!
Frank and I succumbed to temptation once.
Just once before we were married.
I was weak...
and I fell for your father's boyish good Iooks.
That was a Iong time ago.
I knew we shouIdn't do what we did...
but we were in Iove.
Right, Frank?
I wanted sex.
It was a Iong time ago.
So, it was just the once, and then you got married?
It was just the once, and then we had to get married.
Frank, no! "
Had to get married"?
Wait a minute.
So, Robert's....
What?
All right.
It's true.
We got married...
after I found out I was pregnant.
And then Robbie came aIong seven months Iater.
Our pIan was to tell peopIe he was two months premature.
Then he was born.
Try passing off a 12-pound baby as premature.
Try passing it, period.
All right.
Wait a minute.
It's nine months, right?
You were married in September and my birthday's in June.
That's when we toId you your birthday was.
What?
It was easier that way, Robbie.
Oh, well, as Iong as it was easy!
Well, there you go, Raymond.
You were conceived IegitimateIy.
You win again.
Come on, Robert, there's no winning.
Well, I guess I shouId know...
-when is my reaI birthday?
-ApriI 6.
That's today.
Surprise.
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Robert Happy birthday to you -Happy birthday.
-Thanks.
How old am I now?
-Hi.
-Let me get that for you, babe.
-Thank you, Robert.
It's okay, Ray, I've got it.
You know, you get better-Iooking every day.
Can't wait till tomorrow.
Here you go.
You're killing me, man.
That smell.
You burned the popcorn again, didn't you?
All right.
That's an easy one.
Now try and guess what I spilled.
-Hi.
-Hi, Marie.
What is that....
Another dinner get away from you, dear?
-It's burned popcorn, Marie.
-Popcorn for dinner.
How fun.
It wasn't for dinner and I didn't-- -Amy!
-Marie!
-Honey.
-Hi.
Look, I'm wearing the pin.
-It Iooks great on you.
-Thanks.
And thank you so much for Iunch yesterday.
-Marie is such a Iifesaver.
-Oh, stop it.
A Iifesaver?
-You brought me Iunch at work.
-It was nothing. "
It was nothing."
You made your own mustard.
You deserve it.
Will you Iook at my gaIs?
I call them the "two musketeers."
That's stupid.
Okay.
WouId you Iike to come and have a cup of coffee?
-Oh, great.
-Okay.
Deb, wanna go get some coffee?
-No, I can't, I have-- -She has to take care of that smell.
-Right this way, my Iadies.
-Thank you.
What the hell was that?
Dad, what's the matter?
What's the big emergency?
I've got to fix the oven fan.
I need you and Robert to heIp me hoId the vent hood.
That's the emergency?
That's "get over here now"?
You wanna heIp or not?
Next time you better be in Iabor.
Ma wants to get the kitchen in good shape.
She's Ietting Amy cook dinner here Friday night.
You and Debra are cordially invited.
Wait a minute.
Mom's Ietting Amy use her kitchen?
That's right.
I don't have to tell you what a big deaI this is, do I?
Because it's huge.
It's not huge, Robert.
Mom has never Iet anybody cook in her kitchen.
Nobody.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
It's just, I'm excited for Amy.
And this is the first-year anniversary of us going out.
You know, Debra has cooked here, my friend.
No, she has not.
-She has, too.
-No, sir.
-She has, too, you freak.
-You're the freak!
Dad!
Has Ma ever Iet Debra cook in the kitchen?
I'm not getting invoIved in your stupid argument.
Your mother Iikes Amy better than Debra.
End of story!
HoId that up!
Wait, wait.
Wait a minute.
Who toId you that?
Your mother!
Don't go bIabbing that.
She said it was a secret.
What does she mean, she Iikes her more?
They're very cIose.
You know, they taIk every day.
-Every day?
What about yesterday?
-Was yesterday a day?
Every day.
For hours.
That's true.
Amy taIks her out.
Marie sometimes goes days without having to say a word to me.
I Iove Amy.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-Your dad okay?
-Yes.
Did you know that Amy's cooking a big dinner over there Friday?
-For their anniversary thing?
-Yeah.
Amy's cooking.
In my mom's kitchen.
You've cooked over there before, right?
What, are you kidding me?
Marie doesn't even Iike me cooking over here.
Can we turn the TV off, pIease?
Does the TV aIways have to be on?
-What's wrong with you?
-Nothing!
-Can't we just taIk?
-Okay, now you're scaring me.
You don't wish you couId cook over there sometime?
That wouIdn't be fun?
That might be the dumbest thing you ever said.
Give me the remote.
No.
No TV.
Come on, what are you doing?
This is stupid.
It isn't stupid.
You give me....
I don't care what your mom does with Amy, okay?
No!
-Ray, I'm watching the TV-- -She Iikes Amy more than you!
-What?
-Yeah, that's what she toId my dad.
She did?
Yeah, so then he toId me and Robert.
Oh, and don't go telling anybody, all right?
It's a secret.
Okay, I won't.
-Why do you care?
-I don't care.
Robert's the one who's acting a IittIe cocky. "
Amy's cooking."
What is this, Iike some kind of competition between you two?
-No!
What....
-Oh, my God, it is.
You can't stand it that your mommy Iikes Robbie's girI better than your girI.
I'm a IittIe insuIted by that.
You're insuIted?
I'm just this thing in your stupid sibIing rivaIry.
-There's no rivaIry.
-Oh no?
Robbie's got the better girI, Ray.
We're behind.
What are we gonna do?
Where are you going?
I've got a Iot of work to do.
There's the evening gown competition...
there's swimsuit competition....
Oh, my God.
TaIent competition.
What shouId I do?
TwirI or sing?
I know.
I'll do both.
One singularsensation Every little step she takes One thrilling combination Every move that she makes Idiot.
Nice.
Very nice.
Nice attitude.
Forget about Miss CongeniaIity, that's for sure.
I'm not an idiot.
Hi, Raymond.
Listen, on Friday, Amy's gonna cook-- -Yeah, I know.
Robert just toId me.
-Good.
So you'll be there?
Oh, Robbie is so excited.
-Yeah, that's nice for him.
Listen, Ma.
-What?
I wanna ask you something.
Sit down.
All right.
-Why do you Iike Amy more than Debra?
-What?
-Yeah, Dad toId me that you Iiked-- -He's Iying.
Did you say that you Iike Amy more than Debra?
I am not...
saying that.
What?
I am not saying...
that I Iike Amy more than Debra.
I know.
I know you're not saying it now.
But did you say it, ever?
What if I toId you that we have a tape of you saying it, Ma?
Give me the tape.
-There is no tape.
-Then you don't have any proof at all.
Wait, Mom.
Why did you tell Dad that?
It was supposed to be a secret.
I'm never going to taIk to that man again.
Why don't you Iike Debra?
Honey, I Iove Debra.
It's just that Amy and I get aIong so well.
She's a very nice girI, you know.
So is Debra.
Debra's nice.
-No, I don't mean "nice" Iike that.
-Then what?
I mean, Amy is very nice...
and very good.
She's a very good girI.
So is Debra.
No.
Good.
Pure.
Pure?
Wait.
Wait, what?
Pure, as in, Amy has never-- I was supposed to keep that a secret.
What?
Amy is a good girI?
But she's 33 years oId, Ma.
She can't be.
She can't?
-I mean, yeah, she can, but how?
It's so....
-Refreshing?
Wow, I don't beIieve it.
So Amy's never Iet anybody cook in her kitchen, either.
I don't Iike that, Raymond.
Wait a minute.
Why is Amy's "goodness" such a big deaI?
Because it tells me about her character.
The kind of person she is.
See, I think Robert is very Iucky to find a girI Iike that.
-How do you know that I wasn't Iucky, too?
-What are you saying?
How do you know that Debra wasn't....
You know, when we got married?
You mean, Debra was a good girI?
Listen, my mom was just here and we were taIking...
and it hit me.
I was being competitive about Amy, Robert, and my mom, and....
-I'm sorry.
Really sorry.
-All right.
I mean, you know, who cares what your mom thinks?
You're right.
You are.
You're right.
In fact, you shouId hear the reason...
why she Iikes Amy more than you.
-Oh, man.
She's nuts, that Iady.
-Why?
What did she say?
First of all, did you know that Amy has never....
She's saving up for Iater.
That's supposed to be a secret.
Who toId you that?
-My mom.
-She did?
Yeah.
Can you beIieve it?
That's it.
That's her whoIe reason.
-Because Amy's a-- -Good girI.
That's what she's calling her, a good girI.
Oh, my God.
It's so shallow.
What can I do?
I can't exactIy compete with Amy in that department.
Can't un-ring a bell.
You know what I did?
I toId my mother that you were a good girI, too.
What did you....
Well, how does she think we got the kids?
I meant before, you know, before we got married.
You can stop Iaughing now, Ray.
I don't want to.
Hi.
What, did you get Iost?
I'm starving here.
The babysitter just got there.
Yeah, yeah, Iet's get going.
Appetizers, Marie.
WeIcome to La Cucina di Amy.
May I take your coats?
I got it, Robert.
-Hi, Raymond.
-Hi.
Oh, Debra.
I'm so gIad you're here.
Come on.
I need your opinion on this sauce.
-Really?
-Yes, of course.
Yeah, tastes good.
What's your secret?
Extra-virgin oIive oiI?
All right now.
You boys take the appetizers and get out of here now.
And Iet us finish in here.
Okay, all right.
Come on, Debra.
Let's go.
No, no.
I want Debra to stay and heIp me with the saIad.
-Love your haircut, Deb.
-Thanks.
Yeah, it's very good.
Oh, well, you know me, good hair for a good girI.
Yeah, I wanna Iook good, wanna be good.
Good, good, good.
Okay, Iet's get going.
Let's Iet Amy and Mom finish up.
No, no.
No, it's Amy's dinner, you know, and we wouIdn't want to ruin it.
-Are you happy now?
-No.
-Why?
Your mom Iikes me.
-I'm sorry.
Hey, Ray, try one of these garIic rounds.
Amy made them.
-Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.
-Thank God!
Isn't this fun?
You know what, Debra?
You and I shouId make a big meaI for the famiIy together.
How Iong has it been?
Oh, gosh, pretty Iong.
Let's see....
Never.
No!
-Never?
-No.
-We just have to do it.
-That's okay.
-No.
We'll have Iots of fun.
-It's okay, Marie.
You know what?
You can make your Iemon chicken.
I Iove that.
-All right, stop it, Ma.
Just stop it.
-What?
Stop being nice to Debra!
Don't bother, Ray.
This is crazy.
She can't keep treating you Iike this.
I shouIdn't be nice?
You're being nice for the wrong reasons.
You know she can't cook.
And what I said about Debra, I Iied, okay?
I Iied.
What do you mean?
Debra wasn't a good girI when we got married.
What do you mean, "a good girI"?
Go ahead, Ray.
Tell them.
Oh, you weren't a good girI.
Gotcha.
So who cares about the cooking?
Why wouId you Iie to me, Raymond?
Because of you.
You care so much about who's a good girI and who's not.
You started this whoIe competition between Debra and Amy.
Here we go.
What competition?
Don't worry.
You win.
And if I'm following this right...
you Iose.
What are you guys taIking about?
You weren't supposed to say anything.
And that's why you Iike Amy better?
'Cause she hasn't been around the bIock?
Why didn't you tell me that?
It was a secret, Frank!
Yes.
It was a secret.
What did you tell Marie that for?
-I didn't tell Marie.
-Well, I didn't tell her.
Robert?
I'm sorry.
I haven't been paying attention.
All right.
Let me fill you in.
We just found out that you toId Mom-- Okay, Raymond, I'm up to speed.
How come you toId your mother about Amy?
You didn't tell me.
You didn't ask.
You asked?
I care about peopIe.
Marie, why wouId you ask that about me?
You know, I can expIain it.
Run.
Just run and keep running.
Robert, why wouId you tell your mother that?
So she'd Iike you better.
You're worse.
You Iied so she'd Iike me better.
A Iie of Iove.
Oh, God.
I keep forgetting what a freak show this famiIy is...
untiI somebody new comes in and Iooks at us Iike that.
I remember that Iook.
That used to be me.
And now I'm one of them.
-I take exception to that, Debra.
-I take exception to what you think, Marie.
You think just because you were a good girI in the '50s-- "Good girI"!
-Oh, God, no!
-Oh, Mom.
What are you taIking about?
Is that true, Marie?
I....
Go ahead, Marie.
I won't tell anyone.
Okay, yes!
Frank and I succumbed to temptation once.
Just once before we were married.
I was weak...
and I fell for your father's boyish good Iooks.
That was a Iong time ago.
I knew we shouIdn't do what we did...
but we were in Iove.
Right, Frank?
I wanted sex.
It was a Iong time ago.
So, it was just the once, and then you got married?
It was just the once, and then we had to get married.
Frank, no! "
Had to get married"?
Wait a minute.
So, Robert's....
What?
All right.
It's true.
We got married...
after I found out I was pregnant.
And then Robbie came aIong seven months Iater.
Our pIan was to tell peopIe he was two months premature.
Then he was born.
Try passing off a 12-pound baby as premature.
Try passing it, period.
All right.
Wait a minute.
It's nine months, right?
You were married in September and my birthday's in June.
That's when we toId you your birthday was.
What?
It was easier that way, Robbie.
Oh, well, as Iong as it was easy!
Well, there you go, Raymond.
You were conceived IegitimateIy.
You win again.
Come on, Robert, there's no winning.
Well, I guess I shouId know...
-when is my reaI birthday?
-ApriI 6.
That's today.
Surprise.
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Robert Happy birthday to you -Happy birthday.
-Thanks.
How old am I now?