 You got a longer face than John Carradine from a side seat at the Bijou. What's the matter, Doctor? One of your patients get well before you could operate? No, Supermouse. I'm just in a bad mood. Just been realizing how badly nature has arranged things. What do you mean, Doctor? Well, by the time a man gets old enough to appreciate a two-inch New York cut steak, he has to eat it with store teeth.