 Maybe he killed himself. Oh, Irma, please. Well, it could happen. A lot of people kill themselves, and you don't hear from them for weeks. Oh. Irma, his socks are hanging down there on the line. So what? You know what they say. You can't take it with you. Oh. Well, I don't know what it's all about, but whatever it is, Mrs. O'Reilly, you have yourself to blame for it. The way you've kept nagging that sweet old man for the rent. I nag him? Well, that's ridiculous.