 Sitting in the front row in something summery, listening to me give the speech. Well, Gilday, it's about time you got here. Hello, Judge. Here's the suit in the bag. All right, give it to me. Don't be so impatient, Judge. If you'll excuse me, I'll slip into the next room. I want to dress and rehearse my speech in front of the mirror. Yeah, old brother. Wait until he sees himself in that suit.