 I did go on at you about the radio. I said I'm sorry. But it wasn't in the middle of anything. They were past. It was over. Yeah, it was over before I jammed the brakes and veered, too, wasn't it? That's what you meant. There was nothing I could do except yell at you because I didn't want you to see I was scared. Oh, Will, I love you. You just said you'd rather have flown. My honeymoon is perfect.