There is no luck, Chris. The Family makes our own luck. We go out and succeed because we dare to! These are the lessons I tried to impart to you, and for a time, I thought you were learning them. But something happened to you. You got weak. You got soft. You forgot what got you on top. And now look at you, pathetic, wallowing in the slime at the bottom of the CheeseDome. It makes me sick to look at you.

I thought after NWOOTC, you'd have the sense to just crawl away into a hole somewhere. But apparently not. But that's okay. Because once El Superbeasto is done with your two blue pinatas, he's gonna finish you once and for all!

I make stars, baby!