 Heyman? Okay, okay, forget it. Never mind, Mrs. Burns. It's quite obvious that your husband's great-grandfather was not Robert Burns, the poet. Of course not. My great-grandfather was Max Burns, a fish peddler. Now, hey, my cowboy love tales, I'd like to go in the den and read. Cowboy love tales? Mrs. Burns, does your husband read that childish drivel? Well, yes.