 I guess I even hope the state troopers don't show up by accident. Lest them three think I called. Well, I'll tell you. You get your shotgun. You get out of that car. I'll get the shotgun second. First, I'll put the phone right out by the root. You're a yeller. You get out of here, mister. I ain't done nothing to you. I'm 57 years old. I got a sick wife. Where's the next one? That's it, mister. You use the next one. Where is it? How far down? That's exactly right.