 Oh, well, he can get off at Cabazon, take the local Zephyr back. Come on, man, let's go in the lobby and start grilling the suspects. Follow me. L-7-D, L-7-D, everyone but Frank Sinatra is so round and firm and very, very fully packed. Hey! Now, just a minute, fellas. There's a very suspicious-looking man over there. Hey, you! Now, don't move. I want to question you. Now, what's your name? Sam Goldman.