 But the postman brought it just this afternoon, and there didn't seem to be a return address. To you, right? It came to you? Yes, to me. Isn't that funny? Oh, no. No, Mr. Valentine, I don't know anything else. And if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs. I'm walking upstairs. George, she got a record, but she didn't want us to know about it. Even after her husband... I know, but skip it. Now, listen, Brooksy. What's this opera about? Well, come on, come on, think. I'm trying to remember...