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Mister!

You can't smoke here.

I didn't.
I just smelled it.

I'm sorry.

- Is it a real cigarette?
- Yes.

A Chinese cigarette.

- It's from China?
- Yeah.

But you still can't smoke.

Hyeon?

- Hey.
- It is you.

- How are you?
- Long time no see.

It's been ages!

You're the sorriest-looking
professor I've ever seen.

At least put that on.

- Anything new?
- Of course not.

Was Chang-hee sick?

They just found him dead
in the morning.

How could that be?
He was healthy.

Did you see?
That's his wife.

You never saw her,
being overseas all these years.

Isn't she a looker?
So young, too.

That was his wife?

He hardly showed his face
the past three years.

I guess it was for that woman.

There was no wedding.
Just a marriage license.

Spent all his time with her.

Didn't keep in touch with
any of us for three years.

Really?

That's not all.

I heard this later on,

but the wife...

She had another man.

They say he didn't speak to her
after he found out.

For a whole year.

Stopped talking altogether.

The first two years were
hot and steamy,

but that last year was...

But that's Chang-hee.

That's just like him.

- I bet it was hell for her.
- Did they do an autopsy?

- What am I even saying?
- They did.

Head to toe.
There was nothing wrong.

She's one crafty woman.
You saw those eyes.

There's something about her.
She's a real man-eater.

I bet she had Chang-hee
on a leash.

What is it?

Thank you for coming this far.

I heard much about you from
Chang-hee.

I see.

He would be glad that you came.

I always have the worst timing.

Hey.

She heard everything I said
and didn't even blink.

Jesus.

How long was the flight
to Daegu?

Two hours and twenty minutes.

Are you growing your nails now?

You need a light?

No, I quit.

- I'm just smelling it.
- Why did you quit?

Since when?

My wife won't let me near her
if she smells it on me.

Sheesh.

Chinese women are that uptight?

Damn.

She's not here, so just smoke.

She is.

What are you talking about?

It's strange, but whenever
I think of smoking,

I feel like she's watching
from behind.

It feels so real.

That's not unlikely.
Not for you.

I feel it too.

Just as I'm about to climax
with another woman,

I get this weird feeling...

Like my wife is on that bed
watching me.

Then I just can't finish.

You remember about
seven years ago...

You, me, and Chang-hee went
to Gyeongju.

Did we?

Never thought that picture I took
would be his funeral portrait.

You sure like to dwell in the past.

We went to a teahouse
on that day.

Right next to the table
where we sat,

there was an obscene folk painting.

Do you remember?

Obscene painting at a teahouse?

Are you feeling all right?

Hey.

Cut the crap.

Let's go and get drunk at
my place.

No, I think I'll go to Gyeongju.

I'm going there now,
then back to Beijing.

Then go.

Go on, go back to Beijing.

Welcome.

Welcome to Gyeongju.

How may I help you?

I just need a map.

Where in China are you from?

Beijing.

Beijing is quite beautiful.

Where is the nearest teahouse?

I'm sorry, but...

Could you speak slow...

Never mind.
Thank you.

Enjoy your trip!

Why are you so giddy?

- Because he's handsome.
- I'm stepping out.

How much for a day?

- Seven dollars.
- Seven?

- Do I just take it?
- Go head.

Hello?

Is this KIM Yeo-jeong's phone?

Yeah.

Your number didn't change.

I'm glad.

Yeo-jeong.

Can you come to Gyeongju?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

All right.

Try going in.
They have great tea.

Yun-hui?

Yun-hui!

You have a customer.

Okay.

I'll take it from here,
Young-min.

- Okay. I'm going.
- Come in.

- Sit where you'd like.
- Can I look around?

Go ahead.

What tea would you like?

- Do you have yellow tea?
- Yes.

- One moment.
- Thank you.

- Is there something on the wall?
- No.

Is there something on my face?

No.

You just remind me of someone.

I see.

- You're lucky.
- Pardon?

I got this just yesterday,
from a monk at Mangwolsa.

You're the first to drink it.

Where is Mangwolsa?

It's a small temple in Gyeongju.

Not as famous as Bulguksa.

Strange that you asked for
yellow tea.

People don't drink it much?

People don't know it much.

Oh.

- Do you know much about tea?
- Not really.

I just tried this once,
and it was nice.

- Buddhist monks like yellow tea.
- Is that so?

Could I ask you something?

Are you the owner here?

Yes.

Since when?

I took over about three
years ago.

I see.

- Let me know if you need anything.
- Thank you.

Hello?

How have you been?

The same as always.

Yeah.

Really?

I see.

That's great.

- You said it's been three years?
- Yes.

Then I knew it first.

Pardon?

I came here seven years ago.

You did?

This place leaves that strong
of an impression?

It's just...

From what I remember,

there was a painting over here.

Have you ever seen it?

What kind of painting?

Well...

It was a small...

Obscene folk painting.

Why are you interested in
the painting?

It's nothing.
I apologize.

When I took over,

I wallpapered over it because
customers made crude jokes.

I see.

Right.

I have to take this call.

Yeo-jeong?

Did you leave?

Yeah.
The Singyeongju Station.

Yeah.

I'll be there when you arrive.

It's the next station after
Dongdaegu.

Have a safe ride.

Thanks for coming, Yeo-jeong.

I'll see you then.

Okay.

“Lots of tea makes lots of pee.”

- WHEN ARE WE MEETING?
- SEVEN. BUT THERE'S A STRANGE CUSTOMER.

A PERVERT.
LOOKING FOR OBSCENE PAINTING

Thank you for the tea.

- Here.
- Right.

Leaving already?

- The second pot is better.
- I have to be somewhere.

Good-bye.

- Could I get a business card?
- Sure.

Thank you.

- Your last name is GONG?
- Yes.

Fancy meeting a descendant of
Confucius here.

My father is the 78th generation
descendant.

I see.

SINGYEONGJU STATION

It's been a long time.

- You've been well?
- Yes.

Let's go.

I only have two hours.

Let's just have some tea nearby.

You come down from Seoul
and give me two hours?

That's harsh.

Why would you need more time?

Fine.

Let's just have lunch, then.

I'd like a word, young lady.

Young lady from Seoul.
Come here.

Could you wait out here?

Let's drink.

No thanks.

You used to love drinking
back in college.

Just one drink.

No, I don't want to.

Not one drink,
after all these years?

What do the years have to
do with it?

I'm not drinking.

Fine.

You haven't changed a bit.

Hyeon.

How do you like living with
a Chinese woman?

I hear they're tough.
Is it true?

I guess.

Hyeon.

Have you ever doubted your wife?

Why do you ask?

Never mind.

Forget it.

What did that fortune-teller say?

That I won't get pregnant
anymore.

You shouldn't make a woman cry.

Yeo-jeong.

How is your marriage?

Hyeon.
I have to go now.

Huh?

I'm gonna go now.

- You're really leaving?
- Yes.

I have to.

Go ahead, then.

Let's never meet again.

Do you remember that night?

Which night?

That night...

I was so drunk that night,

so I slept over at your place.

But you shouldn't have...

You expected me to sleep
with you again today?

I'm sorry.

I got pregnant then.

Why didn't you tell me?

Like that would've changed
anything?

Give me your cell phone.

Why?

Didn't you take my picture
when I arrived earlier?

Everything has to be erased.

Do you have a light?

My lighter...

Do you need something?

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

Hello.

Remember me?

We meet again.

You speak Korean?

I am Korean.

Hurry up!
I have to go to the bathroom.

Come in for some coffee.

Sure.

Thank you.

Why do you look so grave?

I really thought you were
Chinese.

- How are you so fluent?
- I lived a few years in Beijing.

Really?
That explains it!

My Chinese is bad, isn't it?

You must've been laughing earlier.

No, you were good.

I was wondering...

Wasn't there a small bridge nearby?

No...

None that I recall.

I went to a bridge when I was
here seven years ago.

But I was so drunk back then.

I remember the current was
quite strong below.

I just remember the sound of
the water.

I'm sorry.

But maybe you were just drunk
and hearing things?

I'm sure I heard it.

That sounded like thunder.

Didn't it?

Isn't it too sunny for
a thunderstorm?

- Might not be thunder.
- Then what?

Maybe North Korean missiles?

That's ridiculous.

Enjoy your trip, sir!

What were you chattering about?

- You saw?
- He seems strange to me.

He does, right?

What's wrong with you?

Have you gone mad?

What would you do if North Korea
attacked right now?

You've lost your mind.

I'M SORRY
MY HUSBAND IS TOO PARANOID

THANKS FOR REMEMBERING ME
YEO-JEONG

What are you doing?
Keep up.

- Gyeongju is beautiful.
- It is.

Isn't it similar to Japan?

- Perhaps to Nara?
- It reminds me of Nara.

- You're back.
- Can I get some more tea?

Of course.

- Yellow tea again?
- Please.

- Is he an actor?
- I think so.

Excuse me.
Isn't he an actor?

- Yes, he is.
- I knew it.

- What was he in?
- A movie?

You think so?
Wasn't it a TV drama?

Anyway, we're quite lucky.

Which drama was it?

I can't remember.

- Let me know if you need anything.
- Okay.

Thank you.

- How did you like the tea?
- It was lovely.

Yes?

Could I trouble you for
a photograph?

A photograph?

Those two ladies want me
to ask you.

Oh.

But why me?

They say you're very handsome
and want a picture with you.

Please.
It's just one picture.

- Here we go.
- Thank you.

Ready.

One, two, three.
Kimchi!

Kimchi!

- You can go first.
- Thank you.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you again.

Did you forget something?

I wanted to offer my apology
to the people of Korea.

Please forgive the wrongdoings
of Japan in the past.

She's asking us to forgive what
Japan did in the past.

I love Japanese natto.

Natto?

We shouldn't forget the pains
of the past,

but moving forward together
is more important.

You're right.
Thank you.

Thank you.

- Visit us again.
- I will. Good-bye.

You're here.

Yes.

There's something
I must tell you.

You may not believe me,

but Chang-hee was not murdered.

His death was his own choice.

But it wasn't a suicide.

Not at all.

They say high Buddhist monks
choose the day they reach Nirvana.

You've heard of it.

I'm sure you have.

When those monks choose
their passing day,

they mentally break themselves away
from the secular world.

You understand, don't you?

Professor CHOI.

You'll understand, won't you?

Ma'am.

Will you show me your hand?

You must've been tired.

Huh?

- Try some pu-erh tea.
- Okay.

Pu-erh tea is great.
I drink it often in China.

- You came from China?
- Yes, I live in Beijing.

That's fine for me.

But pu-erh tea should be
rinsed first.

I don't mind.

Let's try it, then.

That's very nice.

- Do you buy tea in China often?
- No, I've never been.

I'm sure it would cost less to
buy imported tea.

Right.

It's imported from China
and I buy it in Seoul.

But a descendant of Confucius
should visit China.

You do know that Confucius
was born in Qufu?

Of course.

My father taught me about it.

I'll introduce you to my friend
if you ever visit Qufu.

A professor at the
Qufu Normal University.

I'll think about it.

And you should stop by Beijing
as long as you're there.

Oh.

Right.

Thank you.

You have two of the same shirt?

Could I ask you something?

Some more questions about
the painting.

The obscene painting.

I wondered if you heard anything
when you took over this place,

about how it got here.

Why are you so interested in
that painting?

I'm not quite sure myself,

but I found myself thinking about
that painting occasionally.

It was very good, to be honest.

Do you like that sort of art?

When I first saw it,

it seemed rather out of place.

But for some reason...

It began to look like it was
meant to be here.

What do you do?

I teach at a university.

I see.

Should I try to guess what
you teach?

Sure.

Maybe...

- Art?
- No.

Then philosophy?

I teach Northeast Asian
political science.

That's unexpected.

I'm sorry, but do you know
who painted it?

Well...

You remember the pretty owner?

I...

It was a painter who often
came to see her.

I see.

Excuse me.

Arisol Teahouse.

What time?

For three people?

Sure.
See you tomorrow.

You put them all back?

- Thank you.
- No problem.

- May I take a few pictures?
- Of what?

Everything.

Go ahead.

But...

Won't I be in them?

I don't like to be photographed.

Then...

You won't be in them if you
stand behind me.

Could you come over here?

You'll be fine standing here.

Great.

I'll start now.

Da-yeon!

What's going on?

This is Professor CHOI.

This is my friend.
And he's from China.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Why didn't you text back?
I was worried.

Did the pervert leave?

- What time are we meeting?
- You're the one who told me.

I'll wait outside.
Hurry up.

- I really don't want to impose.
- It's all right.

You'll find things to talk about
with Professor PARK.

- You have motorcycle gangs here.
- People live here too.

Da-yeon.

I'll help him return the bike first.

Okay.

- See you later.
- Okay.

Why are you so late?

Hello.

Introductions first.

Yun-hui.
Sit down first.

Time for some soju bombs.

- Professor PARK is in North Korean studies.
- Hello.

- And Mr. KANG is a florist.
- Hello there.

This is Professor CHOI from China.

Very nice to meet you.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

From China?

You're Chinese Korean?

No, I'm Korean.

- At which college in China?
- Peking University.

Peking University?

What was your name?

- Are you Professor CHOI Hyeon?
- Yes, I am.

Jesus.

Wait a minute.
Move over, Yun-hui.

- You're Professor CHOI Hyeon?
- Yes.

You're the CHOI Hyeon?

I've read your works many times.

I'm not joking.
Even that dissertation on...

Never mind that.

The history of Northeast Asian relations,
especially premodern China and Korea.

He's the top scholar in the field!

Never thought I'd meet you here,
of all places.

I must be dreaming!

I've never seen you so excited
over a man, Professor.

We have a great mind here
with us!

That's it.

Make sure you're all courteous
to General CHOI.

All right?

General?

That's...

None of you would know.

It's a really funny story.

When KIM Il-sung was leading
North Korea,

there was somebody like
a Minister of Defense.

His name was...

- General CHOI Hyeon.
- Oh.

His son is CHOI Ryong-hae,
KIM Jong-un's right hand.

Like father, like son.

This is the hilarious part.

That famous general and our professor
have the same name!

What a coincidence!

He's at it again.
It's gonna be a long night.

Am I right, Professor?

- Yes.
- What's keeping Young-min?

- He said an urgent case came up.
- Oh my.

Then he might not come?

Young-min wouldn't miss this.

- Our goddess of Gyeongju is here.
- That's right.

I almost forgot!

Our goddess almost got
molested today!

What are you talking about?

Some pervert at the teahouse!

Some sick pervert came twice to
talk about an obscene painting.

Short and bald, right?

- How frightening!
- Is that true?

How many times did I tell you
to call me for help?

Just drink.

A toast to our Professor.

- Cheers!
- Thank you.

A pleasure to meet you.

It's an honor as a fellow scholar.

Have you been to that place,
in Seoul?

- He won't answer or text back.
- They have delicious...

Stop running around.
You're distracting us.

- We're trying to drink here.
- You're right.

Don't worry.
He'll come.

Looking for someone?

- It's nothing.
- Young people these days...

Please excuse me.

You really do love natto.

That's what it is.

- Sorry to bother you, but...
- Yes?

I'm just dying to know.

Do you know what the flower
for the city of Beijing is?

No, I don't.

What do you want to know
that for, Mr. KANG?

What's the national flower of
North Korea?

None of you know!

The national flower of
North Korea?

Azaleas!

- You didn't know, right?
- I didn't.

Why didn't you answer?
Sit here.

- Did you eat? Sit here.
- It took you long enough.

Young-min.

Say hello to Professor CHOI from
Peking University.

- Hello.
- We met earlier.

We did.

Young-min.

Why do you look so grave?

Two suicides at Bomun Lake.

An eight-year-old girl and
her mother.

Why would a little girl kill herself?

The mother's arms were wrapped
around the daughter.

Wait, but does that have to mean
they committed suicide?

There was a will.

- Anyway, sorry I'm late.
- My goodness.

Wasn't the girl wearing
a yellow dress?

She was.

I saw a mother and daughter
at the airport and by the lake.

- It might be them.
- Goodness gracious.

Seriously?

Maybe not.

General.

What's with the “general”?

Let's drink.

We all should.
Me too.

Hey.

You don't know why he's
a general?

Just like how you don't know
where you came from.

Where are you going now?

What's wrong with him?

Yun-hui.

Step out for a minute.

Is something wrong?

What's going on?

Professor CHOI.

How often do you eat natto?

Doesn't he seem a bit strange?

- Who?
- The guy from China.

Why?

Seems strange to me.

Be careful.

Let's go back in.

One minute.

You're not someone I can meet
every day, Professor.

That's not true.

That's why I wanted to say...

There's a reason why people
cross paths, right?

We're fellow scholars and all.

So I was thinking...

No reason I can't go to
Peking University, is there?

You should come visit.

No.

That's not...

That's not what I meant.

I don't go around “visiting” places,
but if you invited me...

Maybe for a special lecture or two,
then why not?

- Oh.
- Am I right, Professor?

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Professor CHOI.

The current state of Northeast Asian
politics is quite...

It's more sensitive, delicate, and
complicated than ever before.

I think that's safe to say.

Wouldn't you agree?

You must be paying close attention to
the current situation as a scholar.

I am as well.
Of course.

And while we're on the subject,
I'd like to ask you...

How many years do you expect
KIM Jong-un's regime to last?

Right.

Well...

About a century?

A few years more.

You're quite the joker.

But I'm serious.

Your opinion as an authority.

You know what I mean.

I do.

That's why I said a century.

- For real?
- Yes.

- Seriously. A century?
- I seriously think so.

Really?
A century?

Yes.

It's not often that two great scholars
come face-to-face,

and I ask this academic question
with all sincerity...

- But you're just joking about it!
- Professor PARK.

This field of study that I'm in,

I honestly don't know what it is.

It just seems like shit to me.

That's what you think?

Did you say “shit”?

You called it “shit”?

National security policy,
and reunification is all shit?

A high and mighty scholar!

You're sitting at Peking University,

so you don't give a damn if
a nuclear war destroys Korea?

- That's what it is!
- Please stop.

Just let it all go up in flames?

You're just in time

You brought one hell of a guy.

What kind of a damn scholar...

He doesn't give a damn if
war breaks out...

Just stop now.

No, but he...

How can you snub me like this?

Since I'm just a scholar from
Gyeongju?

This is just...

I...

But I...

I can't forget about you
I am still thinking of you

I miss those days of yesteryear

Although we're strangers now

I can't forget about you still

I can't forget about you
I am still thinking of you

I miss those days of yesteryear

Although we're strangers now

I can't forget about you still

Come on.

Get your life together.

I can't forget about you
I am still thinking of you

Enjoy the show?

You've finally come to me

You were the other half of me

It's never happened before

It's never happened to me
I finally found the love of my life

Professor CHOI.
What flowers do you like?

I couldn't hear you.

He asked you what flowers
you like.

None in particular.

I see.

You were the missing half of me

Applause!

Next, our goddess of Gyeongju.

Ms. GONG Yun-hui!

You hold just the
Right bundle of scent

You sit gracefully
On a table of wood

And before I can Utter a word

You're sitting there quietly
Waiting for me

Your touch warms my fingers

Your warmth spreads throughout

Your love flows inside of me

You hold just the
Right bundle of scent

You sit gracefully
On a table of wood

And before I can Utter a word

You're sitting there quietly
Waiting for me

Your touch warms my fingers

Your warmth spreads throughout

Your love flows inside of me

Your touch warms my fingers

Your warmth spreads throughout

Your love flows inside of me

You hold just the
Right bundle of scent

You sit gracefully
On a table of wood

And before I can Utter a word

You're sitting there quietly
Waiting for me

Your touch warms my fingers

Your warmth spreads throughout

Your love flows inside of me

Be careful!

Get home safe.

Get in the cab.

Watch your head!

Get in, Young-min.

- Where are you headed, Professor?
- I'll take care of him.

All right.

What?
Huh?

Drive, sir!

- Young-min!
- This was fun!

Why didn't you get in?

Aren't you going home?

I feel like walking.

Then let's walk.

Are you okay, Yun-hui?

What are you doing?

I wish I could lay a mat here
and drink some more.

My dad did that all the time
and slid down afterwards.

Young-min.

When I die...

I want to go inside this.

May I come in?

Can you hear me?

Can I come in?

Get up.

What is he doing?

Is he copying me?

Are you copying me?

Are you trying to copy me?

What are you doing up there?

You're not supposed to be
up there!

Get down here!

Reckless hoodlums.

Get down here now!

Those tombs are
national treasures!

What were you doing?

It's not a playground!

Hurry up!

Faster!
I said faster!

Stop right there!

Who are you?

Get over here.

Good grief.

Dancing around on top of
our ancestors...

- You should know better!
- I'm sorry, sir.

And a pretty young woman
like yourself.

You shouldn't be damaging
national treasures!

And you.

Wait...

- Detective LEE?
- Turn that off, sir.

Right.

- Are you investigating?
- The suicide at Bomun Lake.

We had reports of the suspect
spotted nearby.

A suspect!

- Then you should hurry.
- I can't disclose more information.

- You should continue on.
- Sorry, sir.

Everything's fine.

Mr. Yano!

I'm in Korea on business.

What made you call?

Don't you have to go this way?

What about him?

We'll walk some more.

I see.

Okay.

I understand.

Good evening.

Is it really okay for me to
come in?

Do as you please.

- Wait here for a moment.
- Okay.

Thank you for this.

You don't think it's strange
living by a tomb?

It's nice.

You can't go anywhere here
without seeing a tomb.

I see.

Have a seat.

Did you expect this?

- Do you do this often?
- Do I look like it?

I really thought you were
a pervert at first.

You don't think that now?

I guess...
Who knows?

People scattered,

a hook crescent day like water.

You like his drawings?

This drawing...

You know what it is?

It's by Feng Zikai,
who was famous for poetry painting.

It's a great piece of art.

My late husband hung it up
a few days before he passed.

Can you tell me what you
just read?

People scattered,

a hook crescent day

like water.

Could you read it once more?

People scattered,

a hook crescent day

like water.

- May I touch your ear?
- Pardon?

Let me touch your ear.

Who is it?

It's me, Yun-hui.

Can you show me your passport?

What are you doing, Young-min?

I'm asking you!

I'm sorry.

Young-min is a good person.

Stood by my side when
my husband died.

I used to drink all day and night,

and a monk told me to
try tea instead.

So I drank lots of tea.

Before I knew it, I felt calm.

Ended up running a teahouse.

How...

How did your husband...

Suicide.

It was depression.

You look nothing like my husband.

But you have the same ears.

I wanted to touch them all day,
but I stopped myself.

But now that I have,
They're nothing alike.

Would you be all right
sleeping here?

Yes.
Thank you.

Good night.

Honey

I'm really sorry.

I feel bad for not seeing you off.

You'll forgive me, won't you?

I don't know why I'm getting
so sensitive these days.

Might be why we fight so much
these days.

You've only been gone a day,
but I feel lonely already.

You...

You know that I love you,
Don't you?

I don't know why this night alone
feels so long and hard.

I wonder if you're okay there.

I wonder if you miss me.

But I don't know how to
say anything to you.

So I'll sing your favorite song
for you.

What a beautiful jasmine flower

What a beautiful jasmine flower

This beauty in full bloom scents the air

and deserves many praises
for its sweet and white

Let me pick some flowers

and send to others

Oh, jasmine flowers, jasmine flowers

Answer your phone!
What a racket!

Hi, Yeo-jeong.

You got home safe?

Yeah, I'm still here.

What?

Your husband is in Gyeongju?

Yeah, I'm having breakfast.

Why is your husband after me?

Hey, you!

- That wasn't a free meal!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sir.

Don't look like a thief.

What do you want to know?

Name, date, and time of birth?

Are you alone here?

Do you see anyone else?

No, I...

Where did the grandpa go?

I'm the only one here.

I saw him yesterday.
I'm sure of it.

Must be some mistake.

- I was alone here yesterday too.
- I'm not mistaken.

My grandpa used to be here
a few years ago.

But he passed away.

Let's have a drink,
then have each other.

That's a fine painting.

The grass will scratch his ass
in this position.

He's protecting her ass with
one hand.

A gentleman.

I'd sacrifice my ass to be
in that painting.

- To the Joseon Dynasty?
- Why not?

Look how happy they are,
naked and all.

We don't have that anymore.

Just perfect.

Look at the man for a second.

Doesn't he look like him?

- More so the woman.
- You're right.

With that glow in her cheeks.
Look and you'll agree.

Then who's the guy?

Me.

Right. It's you.

It's you two sitting out there?

That'll be a pretty sight.

Then what am I?
The goddamn stork?