 Snooks, I promise, Mother, I wouldn't lose my temper with you. Huh? You, you little one, two, three, I ought to turn you over on your four, five, six, and give you a sound eight, nine, ten. What are you laughing at? You forgot seven. And I won't forget anything next time. And I want to know exactly what happened while you were in New York. You mean when the eggs got smashed in Uncle Louie's pocket? Eggs? Eggs?