 I'm trying to climb into bed. I'm your upstairs neighbor. Isn't that nice? I hope that swinging shelf's not shut on you. Oh, yeah? If it's gonna swing, I'll see that it swings your way. And if I land on you again, brother, you'll spend the rest of the night sleeping in the roadbed. Oh, quiet. Let me go to sleep. Okay, Grandpop. Unpleasant dreams. All right, Porter. Give me a leg up again, will you?