Ken :60 Ken: (reading aloud) Dear Me. You got a baby boy on the way. Do you wanna raise your baby around second-hand smoke? You grew up with everyone smokin' all around you. Do you want him to start smokin' at eleven like you did? Don't you want to be around to work on hot rods with your boy? The car wreck left you with one lung. Puffin' smoke with one lung can't be good. You stink. You can't breathe. You can't afford it. Quit smokin'. Sincerely, Me. My name is Ken, and no one can make me quit but me. (Cut to black) Super: No one can make me quit but me. Get coaching from someone who can help. Call 1-800-QUIT-NOW, quitline.com