Happy Birthday George!
Oddly, that has become a real catchphrase since my trip to Canada. The groom-to-be was called onto the stage for a dance for what I'll call a bit of burlesque. At some point late in the "routine", the p.a. announcer is going on in French, saying something none of us can understand, which he concludes with, "Happy Birthday, George!!"
Something had gotten lost in the translation as my pal's name is Josh, and it was not his birthday. Of course, he became "George" from that point on.
But to DR George, a sincere Happy Birthday!