I fucking like Art Garfunkel songs. You got a problem with that? We can step outside.
Yeah, that's what I thought. And it don't even matter, cuz Art Garfunkel would have my back if I needed him. My boy would be all krav maga and sensitive poetic wistfulness all up in your eye. See if that ain't true. Art don't play. He can sing in gentle and crystalline tones of Emily, wherever he may find her and break your damn neck in the same breath.
Art Garfunkel don't even play.
That's all I know.