 Well, having heard that you were a dear friend of the governor's... That's putting it mildly, Carstie. We're old school chums. We used to sleep together in geometry class. Uh, why, Mrs. Carstairs? Well, I had hoped that Mr. McGee would persuade him to come to a little buffet dinner party I'm having tonight. It would be such an honor to entertain the governor. See what you can do about it, McGee. Why, certainly, certainly. But frankly, Carstie, his nibs ain't much for social gatherings. He'd much rather sit in a game of poker with a bunch of close friends, like me.