 How's the newspaper business? Rotten, thanks. Oh, this is my fiancée, Miss Crane. Miss Crane? How do you do? A word of advice, Miss Crane. Keep them away from the newspaper business. Fate worse than death. How about my chemicals, Jerry? Yes, sir. If you can wait, I'll have it for you in just a minute. Okay. I really mean it, Miss Crane. You do?