 And it reminds me of when I was growing up with my dad, who also, like anybody, would get mad, but there was a difference. He rarely would use profanity. And if he did, then we knew it was something big and it was something serious. If we were just, you know, screwing around and annoying him or we had done something wrong or whatever, maybe there would be a raised voice or something like that. But if we heard the rare profanity...