This skeleton comes up to me, 12 foot tall, never cried a day in his life. Big skeleton. Comes up to me and says, "Sir," he says, "Sir, I just want to thank you because archeologists used to play my ribs like a xylophone." They don't do that anymore. And he's crying! Big skeleton https://twitter.com/ddale8/status/1311644171241951233

This shiny demon comes up to me, big, tough demon. Never cried a day in his life. He comes up to me, tears shining in his eyes, and he says, "Sir," he says, "Sir, that was the best song in the world." He says, "Sir, normally, I'd eat your soul now, but the song, it was too good."

So this prince of Denmark comes into my chambers. Doublet, unbraced. No hat. No hat! Stockings fouled. Hasn't cried a day in his life, not even when his father died. He comes into my chambers and he says, "Sir," he says, "Sir, my father was a satyr compared to you. Hyperion!"

This sailor comes up to me, big strapping jack-tar, never cried a day in his life. Says to me, "Sir," he says, "Sir, I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders from the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru, but your hotel makes London look like a hole in the world." He's crying!

So there's this city boy, big, tough city boy. Born and raised in south Detroit. Never cried before, since he was a baby. He comes up to me and he says, "Sir, some will win, some will lose. Sir, some were born to sing the blues." Starts crying, tells me to hold onto that feeling.