One time, I come out and go, 'Anyone here speak Spanish?' Guy in the front row says, 'No, thank God.' And I was blown away by that. Normally, I can roll with it -- I had nothing; I'm just staring at the guy. 'No, thank God'? God? Really? But in that moment, I pictured him getting to heaven, and there's a sign on the gate that says, 'Se Habla Espanol.'
