Do you have what it takes?

Today my preacher told me that I look like Daniel Day-Lewis (aka, Lincoln).  I was flattered.  Mostly because I still can't grow chest hair, but my preacher thinks I'm da bomb!  So my friend Stevie overheard the Father Tyrone's comment, and he says, "Z, you ought to be thankful for that face of yours."  "Why?" says I.  "Because one day you're gonna wake up in Louisville with nothing to do but watch the horse races.  And when you walk into that stadium, those people are gonna see your face and they're gonna make you up to be something akin to Kate Middleton, you know?"  "I should know, but I don't," I says.  "It's like this," says Stevie.  "Everyone likes sunflowers, right?  So when the autumn comes and takes away all the dragonflies, and the sunflowers are left in all their beauty and glory, that's when the people take to the street and stand up for what they want.  And sunflowers is what they want, Z."  "Yeah," I says.  "You're right, Stevie.  I'm gonna make me some pickled onions and then I'm gonna catch a flight to Quebec until this whole thing blows over."  "Okay.  You should let me take care of your garden, then," says Stevie.  So I gave him the keys, which I'm not really sure why I did because the garden is outside.  Whatever.  Lead me on, country road, and I'll make you a millionaire with nothing down and only 3% trans fat.  To the world, I says: Thanks.