 Give me the ticket. Miltie, you'll love the Buffaloes. Say, Martha. Yes? Isn't it true? Isn't it true that since I joined the Buffaloes, I hardly ever come home at night? Yes. Sam, give me the ticket. I'll pay the fine. I don't want to join. Milton, a man in your position can't get mixed up with the police. Sam. To the public, you've always been a symbol of kindness, generosity, a beloved friend. Sam.