 Why, Harold, you kissed me. Does that mean we're engaged? Gloria, for heaven's sake, I'm in enough trouble now. Oh, brother, I got to move fast now. I'll get Pete, the town marshal, and we'll dash over and slip the handcuffs on sincere Sam Smith before he knows it. We'd better hurry, though. He's pretty slippery. He's liable to sneak out of Sigmund City before we get there.