 How can an intelligent, level-headed guy like I am's wife sit in that beauty shop with her head in the dryer and her feet in the draft and soak up them silly rumors? Well, I don't see how you can just say it's a silly... Now, look, Tootsie. It's time old Dad had a talk with you. You fell into a bad habit of letting everything you hear go in one ear and stay there. And that's dangerous. Tell me more, Master.