This is just humiliating Jennifer Day. I was auditioning for the first X-Men. My passport was expiring under six months, which apparently you're not supposed to drop a blah, blah, blah. So they were like, whatever you do, don't tell them that you're here for work, because I'll ask for a work visa. Say you're here for pleasure, and I'm like, oh my, good God. I have to lie to a customs officer. And so I'm working myself up so much through the line. I'm like, okay, I just have to have a backstory. I've got a backstreet, and I have to believe it. And so it gets there, and he was like, business for pleasure, and I was like, pleasure. What are you doing for pleasure? My brother's getting married. And he's like, where's he getting married? Wimbledon. Is he American, yes? Do you have an invitation? No. Are you telling the truth? No. No. I don't have a work visa. And my passport expires, and I'm not if it's supposed to be here. And I was sitting at tiny little jail for like $5. And I told my employer I felt tiny.