But seriously, this kid Freddie. He looks like he’s really contemplating life’s great mysteries. Like, "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? And more importantly, if I put my elbows on the table, will it really cause the fabric of space-time to unravel?"
You know, I was looking at this picture earlier, and it got me thinking about… well, about dinner. And manners. And… gravity. (Points to the image) See this? "WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS FREDDIE - TAKE YOUR ELBOWS OFF THE TABLE!" Now, I get it. When I was a kid, my mom used to say the same thing. "Sit up straight, Freddie! Don't slouch! And for heaven's sake, get your elbows off the table!" And I'd be like, "But Mom, they're comfortable here! They're like little furry armrests for my chin." (Pauses for laughter) But this woman in the picture… she's got a different kind of problem with Freddie's elbows. It's not about posture, is it? It's about… obstruction. I swear, Freddie's elbows are just trying to get a better view, you know? He's probably thinking, "Wow, this is the best seat in the house! I can see everything from here!" And she's like, "No, Freddie, your elbows are blocking the view of… well,...