 Gee, I'm awful sorry about that jack handle, Mr. Andrews. I never even stopped to think you need one. Jughead, let's just forget the whole thing. I'll just wait till Archie gets home and then... Fred, what happened? Oh, nothing serious, Mary, nothing serious. I just crawled into the car with that tire jack Jughead brought over, got my suit all full of grease and dirt, then found out Jughead never bought a handle for the jack. Well, Fred, why don't you let me call the garage and have them send out a jack? Mary, nothing doing. I'll change that tire myself if it kills me.