 Only now it's over. Well, it didn't matter, Mrs. Cunningham. I've learned to put up with a lot. Judith, dear, let's go upstairs. Let's give the young folks a chance to be by themselves. Well, all right, David. But don't stay up too long, Bud. You still need lots of sleep. Yeah, I won't, Mother. And don't forget to turn off the lights. Good night, children. Good night, Mrs. Cunningham. Good night, Mr. Cunningham. Well, what'll we do? Cut a rug and chew the fat. Suit yourself. Joe, don't talk that way to Bud. He might remember he's my friend.