 Stop it. They can't hear you. Miles an hour. They cut us off at 100 miles an hour. The whole road. For goodness sakes, that radio was driving me crazy. Who cares about the radio? Well, stop a minute, will you? Please, just stop a minute and calm down. I'm all right. I handled it. It's them. Will, please. I said I'm calm. Imagine what I'm like when I'm disturbed. Boy, I haven't been that mad since... Oh, boy.