 You've got good color in your cheeks. I don't see that anything's the matter with you. Ain't anything the matter? No, of course not. I mean, a broken hip, that don't amount to anything. You see, you've got mighty good color. Matter of fact, you don't look a day over 70. Oh, you go on. No, that's a fact. You don't. Ain't that right, Mary? That's absolutely right. I'll be 86 my next birthday. So don't go soft-soaping me into believing I look like a youngster. Well, you do now. You do. Not a day over 70. Hmm.