the bottom lip. >> anthony: ouch, oh. open, whoa. open up, mother --. whoa, he's up my leg. he's on anal-seeking bait. [ laughter ] where do you think you're going, buddy? it's, like, one of those vampiric, like one of those anal-seeking, those fish in the amazon that swim up your -- hole. nice try, buddy. ♪ it's quiet on the river this morning ♪ ♪ ain't nobody on the water but me ♪ ♪ but that sun's coming on and it won't be long ♪ ♪ there's a little more wake coming on this creek ♪ ♪ put the lines out in the water ♪ >> anthony: who doesn't wanna end with this? the old fishing hole, quality bourbon, no need for shoes. >> sean: i think the crab is just having a minnow buffet. >> anthony: in such