 Penelope, bring the kettle, please. We all have some tea. Tea? Hold it, sister. Really, Mr. Krim, you're trying my patience. Will you please put that gun away? You certainly know by now that you can trust us. Now get the kettle, Penelope, while I help Mr. Krim put his shirt back on. All right. Take it easy, will you? This arm's getting stiffer by the minute. There you go.