 Phyllis. Yes, ma'am. What'll it be? One of my tires feels a little soft. Would you check the air for me? Okay, ma'am, sure. And would you take a look at the spare, too? Yes, ma'am, sure will. Phyllis, just... Slaughter, he'll find out as soon as he opens the trunk. Phyllis, please, there's... Shut up. That Indian, he knew all about it, the way he laughed and spoke about his heart. Who turned the radio on? Who? 32, right? And he's here. Same on the spare, ma'am? Please. Phyllis, no.