 Selma, I said, you have no idea. He carries on about the least little thing. My lipstick traces, my airline tickets, my painted swings. So help me, I'll go mad from that man. You came, you saw, you conquered me. Well, I did beat you two-fold out of three. And you did that to me. I knew somehow it had to be. Like I told Selma, this thing is just too big for the both of us.