 Oh, what a beautiful woman. She looks no more than 35. These are my daughters, Susan and Marguerite. This is my son, John. How are you, gentlemen? Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down. We'll have a feast in honor of this occasion. Susan, Marguerite, get the best silverware and the damask napkins. John, fetch the glasses. Oh, yes, Father. It'll only take... Excuse me, John. Sir? How old are you? 23, sir. Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me...