Like the wind. Through his trees.

New Year's Eve day at our house: Pete is doing demo on our kitchen floor and I am doing extensive plant maintenance--cleaning, pruning, re-potting, etc. I put on the Dirty Dancing album (vinyl) and half-way through the first song, Pete says, "How is this in our radio?" Me: "It's not the radio. It's the Dirty Dancing soundtrack." Pause. Listens. Picks up the album cover. "Is this Huey Lewis? He was on the 80s like stink on sh*t." Me: "No, but if you hang around long enough, Patrick Swayze will sing that she is like the wind. Through his trees." Pete: "This sucks donkey wankers."