 Ten dollars for what? Well, I got a hot bourbon on my hands. All right. Oh, Edgar, a man just came in who insists on seeing you. Well, I don't want to see him, Anita. Now, Charlie, what are we going to do? Well, why don't you lie down on that couch and pretend you're indisposed? Too sick to be disturbed. That's a good idea. Yes. All right, I will. Now, please, fellas, don't give me away. Oh, no, we won't, Edgar. You know me, old boy. Dumb is the word. I know, I know. Chickers, here he comes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.