he the vice president of acquisitions for ingersoll-rand. such a comer. son. then i met your dad. connie: at the national science museum. minh: no, that's just a story we tell. truth is, we meet at the discotheque. he pull up on cherry moped wearing tight shiny shirt. and that pompadour, whoo! connie: daddy was a bad boy? minh: boy, how the general hate him. push phoukong on me like you wouldn't believe. but i had to choose for myself the corporate boy or the bad boy? okay, you picked dad because grandpa hated him so i should stay with bobby? no, i picked your dad because even though we very different i knew he was right for me. i can't tell you if bobby right for you or not. your dad can't tell you either. only you can decide. dale: well, folks, earlier i made some comments that were deemed insensitive by one of my key sponsors dale's dead bug, who pulled all his ads. coward. and i can't drum up any new sales since i'm stuck behind this ( bleep ) microphone 24 hours a day. so, i have been forced to sell the station to mexican interests. viva la revelucio