 So I said, now, tell me about these terrible arguments that your father used to have with Lyndon at the table. And at first, it was very slow going. You know, you'd have to keep prompting him. But finally, he was just shouting it out. Lyndon, you're a failure. You'll always be a failure. And what are you? You're a bus inspector, you know. And I felt he was back in the moment.