 Sam, I'm in bad need of a rest. Oh, Martha and I want to be off pronto. Good. Except we're out of gas. Well, you go straight out of gas? Out of gas? Yes. Sam, the doctor said that I'm... No, wait, Miltie. Say, Martha. Yes? Will you drive Miltie's car down for some gas? Yes. How do you like that? Eisenhower could use one of those yeses.