 Everything's got to be done in a fancy, high-class, cultured way for Miss Spears. Just recollect that. Yeah, something about that rosy, this red, violets, this blue stuff. I wish Mouse's grave was there. He could write that portrait. He's awful good at that. Yeah, but even Mouse's poems wouldn't be good enough for an occasion like this. They wouldn't. Hello, Miss Spears. Miss Spears. This is Buster V. Davenport again. We told you to call up the restaurant down there, Grandpap. Listen, Miss Spears, I won't be over today after all. For the land's sake. Goodbye.