The name hits home—hearing the first name threw him off."Fraggin’ squat !" Ivar exclaims, tumbling out of bed, then running for the bedroom door. They couldn’t have a bedroom extension like everybody else in the world! No, he’s gotta run on his stunty dwarf legs all the way to the living room, then grab the phone, and say, half out of breath, "Yeah, uhh ... Ms. Berman! Hi there! I mean, hello ?"