 Now, Leroy, let your uncle eat his breakfast. Yes. Have some toast, Uncle Mort. No, thanks. Oh, speaking of toast reminds me of an amusing incident on the train last night. You'll enjoy this, Leroy. When I went into the diner, the only empty chair was at a table with a thousand crabs. And you should have heard that little rat yell when the ice water hit him in the face. Well, it's time we leave for court, Mr. Gildersleeve. It is? Oh, come on, kids. This won't take long.