 Jenny Stamp, he'll make you grade A. I like the stag one, a pink one. You know, we ought to make a picture together again, Bing. I stopped over at your house last night to talk to you about it, but nobody was home. Oh, that's a shame. Yeah, I must have rung your bell about five times. Six times. Oh, so it was you up in the window with the hot oil, huh? Look, Vigor, old boy, you're just jealous because I made the pale face without you. Me, jealous of Bob Hope? Mm-hmm.