 Tuesday at ten and a very special two-hour months. Will Muntz's brother-in-law cost him everything? If you are my dead wife's brother, don't you have any conscience at all? You're in town a week and you've ripped off every one of my precincts. I didn't rip anyone off. I talked them into giving me their life savings in exchange for shares of my new corporation. But you don't have a corporation. Of course not! I couldn't afford one until those cops gave me all the money! Why am I the only one who can see past your smooth charm and confident reassuring manner? Don't be so high and mighty yet. We all have something to hide, something buried away somewhere in the backyard, maybe. What's that supposed to mean? You don't have any trouble shaving in the morning, do you, Ed? Well, sometimes I can't get my sideburns even. But generally, no, I don't. I mean, you can look at yourself in the mirror, right, Ed? What are you getting at, Clay? Take a good look, Ed. I'm your mirror! No, you're not. You can't fool me. My mirror has bloodshot eyes and spider veins.