 You're not Betty. And you people may find yourselves in the middle of a shootout. I hope not. So do I. If it does happen, you two are my hostages. With my piece, Paige's knife, we can make the law understand that the first to dine a shootout are likely to be you. Then, uh, then I'm going to pray there won't be any shootout. And we're also going to be praying for you and Paige. Wait, wait. For us or against us? For you. What about? You're on the road to hell.