 Oh, well, he can get off at Cabazon, take the local Zephyr back. Now, come on, men. Let's go in the lobby and start grilling the suspects. Follow me. LSMT, LSMT, everyone but Frank Sinatra is so round and firm and very, very fully packed. Hey! Now, here's the matter, fellas. There's a very suspicious-looking man over there. Hey, you! Now, don't move. I want to question you. Now, what's your name? Sam Goldman.