He's the toast of the town, lightly buttered. He's the non-fattening sugar substitute in your tea. He's a bon vivant, a gaucho amigo, a goombah, a mensch and the fifth Musketeer. He's the apple of your eye and orange you glad he's here. Direct from a wax and shine at the car wash around the corner, it's the man of the hour (oh, for at least a good 30 minutes)...