 Ah, can we bust the gay blades in those days, eh, my dear? Yeah, I remember we belonged to the Wilhelmstrasse and pickled herring and necking society. Sometimes we got around to the pickled herring. You fracture me, Crosby. Oh, you stinker, you. Don't you? Has your nose always been like that, or did you have that ballpoint put on it there? But it's...