 Nope. Under the dresser. Marjorie! Bertie's fixing my hair, Unky. Why don't you come and retrieve my collar button? All right, Unky. Which way did it go? It popped under the dresser, Bertie. I'd stoop over for it, but I don't want to break my starched front. Yes, sir. Well, let Bertie stoop over. Stooping's good for Bertie. Make you look nice and trim when you stand up and sing the solo at the wedding, Bertie. Yes, sir.