Louis: Just when you think you’ve seen it all… Louis: You guys do your thing, I guess. Clementine: You don’t know any others? Louis: Well, there is one… Louis: But you’re armed. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling… Oh, my darling, Clementine. You are lost and gone forever… Dreadful sorry, Clementine… Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine. Herring boxes without topses. Sandals were for Clementine… What do you think, AJ? I don’t know. It’s loud. It is. Loud is bad. Not always. Come press this key. C’mon. Go ahead, AJ. Press it. Now press this one. And this one. You’re a natural.