 What a thought, a guy like him, always complaining. Look, Jack, there's Ronald Coleman out in his yard. Oh, yes, I must say goodbye to him. Goodbye, Ronnie. Goodbye, Ronald. Goodbye, Mr. Coleman. That's more like goodbye. Seems a little cold toward me. I wonder what's wrong. He's probably jealous of your work in pictures. Yes, I guess you're right, Mary. That's about it. Do you mind if I break your arm? Just try it, that's all. Well, here we are.