Look folks. Back in the 70's, I was a—I was a—I helped out down there in Congress representing our favorite Delaware. And let me tell you, we had the time of my life. But back then, Americans everywhere could afford a home. Jill and I—although back then I called her Jiles—we had that home in Wilmington. And boy, was it a looker. And all that moving back and forth between Delaware and Washington, let me tell you, it was hard on our backs. No American should have to haul their ice cream scoops across state lines more than twice. That’s why I’ve donated to Jules and Eric’s fund to buy a home. I meant to do that before their wedding, but I’ve been—we’ve been having some trouble remembering things lately. It’s no excuse. But all those wires up there, I mean, they’re getting crossed. Boy, am I crossed. Hot crossed buns crossed.  I hope the two of you live in a home someday. And if we can’t be together in a home, then what even is it all about? What would America stand for? Enjoy, kids. Have those kids. Give them rooms. Give them public benefits. Give them the time of their lives. To every American, but especially Eric and Jules, you go get ‘em.