 We got just enough for handball. See, I'm sorry. Is it my fault? No, I guess no one feels like playing much lately. Yeah, I don't know what it is, but something's happening to the old gang. Don't you know what's happening to the old gang? It's breaking up. Everyone's getting divorced. I swear, we used to have better games when we couldn't get out at night. Well, I guess I'll be going, too. Bebe and I are driving to Asbury Park for the weekend. Oh, just the two of you, huh? Gee, that's nice. You always do things like that together, don't you? We have to. I don't know how to drive.