 Rather a high-strung youngster. You see, Remley, I was right. He can still breathe. He can't suffocate in there. No, no, it's too early to tell yet. I bet you ten bucks he don't last more than five minutes. Okay, it's a bet. It's impossible for him to... You're betting on me! What am I, a requiem? This is supposed to be funny! I don't have to tell you! Julia, stop talking. Conserve the air. I got ten bucks riding on your nose. Come on, kid. I'm betting on you, too. Inhale deeply.