 He talked to the governor and said to come right up. Tell me something, Doctor. Yes? If a woman bakes a cake with a steel file in it, what keeps the file from getting rusty? What are you talking about? Good heavens. Now, look, Doctor, you and Molly go on up. I'm going to get a cigar. Don't wait for me. It always takes me a long time to select a cigar. Oh, no, you don't. You stay with us, McGee. Whoever saw a governor's suite without cigars in it? Come on, get in the elevator. Fourth floor, son. Yes, sir.