 Oh, man, I feel like a million bucks. Oh, by the way, I'm going on a trip. Mr. Thatcher told me I needed a vacation. Trip? Where? Well, look what I found in Mr. Death's pocket. Complete grand tour. First cabin all the way. But you can't choose that ticket, the name. No, you don't know me, baby. But what about passports? Took care of that, too. Oh, you're taking a chance, Jeremy. Oh, no. I wouldn't miss this for the world. After all, Laurie...