Question: So Fawlly, tell me about Whoodi.

Fawlly: Whoodi is my best friend.

Question: You two seem awfully different to be such good friends.

Fawlly: How so?

Question: Well, for one thing, you obviously read.

Fawlly: So?

Question: Well, its gotta be pretty frustrating at times to hang around somebody as...well...you know...

Fawlly: Naw. Whoodi and I go way back. We grew up in the Lower Ninth Ward together.

Question: The Lower...But your father...isn't he a theoretical physicist?

Fawlly: Yes, He is.

Question: And you're an honors student taking college courses at the age of 12?

Fawlly: Yes. I am.

Question: I don't get it. You must...Oh. I see. So, you must live near the Wharf.

Fawlly: No. We live right near Caffin & N. Galvez, right down the street from Whoodi.

Question: But with the kind of money your father makes why wouldn't you move uptown like to the Garden district or something.

Fawlly: If he'd done that I would've never met my best friend, Whoodi. My father has a lot of good friends here in the Lower Ninth Ward. Why would we want to leave all these good people?

Question: Well, I'm impressed. When most people get education and money they move to wealthier neighborhoods as soon as they can.

Fawlly: When you find yourself trying to get away from people like Whoodi that's when you know you've lost yourself.