 Yeah, I'll bet. You and your sense of humor. I suppose if I ever run into that Mrs. Putter on the street, she'll probably scream and turn me in. No, we haven't found anything yet. Well, I may take an afternoon off or something and help her look. Oh, no, you won't. From now on, I'll look for the apartment myself. I won't even introduce you to the landlord until we've moved in. All right, darling. Joe says if he hears of anything, what do we want and, you know, how much do we want to pay for it?