 Sam, tell me, were you followed? No. What a wonderful hideaway. The cops would never think of looking here in the back of a Chinese restaurant in the middle of Chinatown. Sam, did you bring the food? For six months, I lived on nothing but the smell of chow mein. Sam, I can't stand it. You got me into this. Ah, yes. Shame on you, Milton Berle. Shh, shh, shh. Sam, Sam. Sam, the name. Oh, I forgot. Yeah. Shame on you, Mu Chang Bong.