 You think that? For the boys, they can ask you any question they like, and you have to sell the truth. Don't be dumb and not learn how. Even the census-taker wouldn't ask a question like that. How? Get that hold of you. What a way to get acquainted with that game. Let's go a step further. For him to appreciate legs. Servitude. Ronald Wales. Honest. Ambition. Not to have to work for a living. So I could go to the south of France and write a book. What do you do for a living besides kissing strange girls in hallways? I work in a broker's office. In love? I am not. Married then? I don't believe in marriage. That's not a new line. Well, now it's my turn. Would you like my kissing you? We're playing truth, you know. Yes. And yet you say you're in love with another man. A man who called you Miss Landy when your name is Lyndon obviously isn't on kissing terms. And I'm human, believe it or not. I believe it so completely that I'm going to stake you to another little kiss. Do I have to? You do. Well, I'll be it for me, dearie. But Freddie has established illegal relations with the drugstore and the gin awaits without. Without us. He can finish telling you the story of his life in the kitchen. I'd be just as safe right here in the bedroom. Yes, but with you two in the kitchen, a girl can powder her nose. Good night, Ronnie. You must come to the races with us again sometime. Oh, I'd love to. Good night, Miss Landy. Lyndon, you fool, her name is Lyndon. I know, but Mary likes men who forget her name. Good night, Lauren. Good night, Mary. Oh, it's gray. He certainly fell for Ronnie like the breaking up of a hard winter. In the first place, I didn't. In the second place, what's it matter when you just a handsome young Romeo with literary ambitions that make him a practically no use to her? Say that again. He's just a poor, harmless, charming young idiot who thinks that marriage would ruin him as an author. Ronnie Wales is worth two million dollars. What? Nice, isn't it? But call your shots, Mary. I hear his wife's nice, too. His wife? I hear the kids are grand, twins, boys, watermen. Well, what a surprise, then. But why did he want to give me a song and dance like that? Some say their wives are English. Some say their wives don't understand them. They're not married. The sales meeting tomorrow? The sales department's been notified. Better than company. If you never forget anything, do it. What now, Mary? Office hours are from nine to five-thirty. You ever try wearing your hair a little fluffier? How close have you come to getting together with the Crown people? If I can't tell them, they can't be so. Run your hands and blue eyes down that. It seems to be a confidential memorandum of the Crown's yearly requirements. He'll take that order at three-and-a-half percent off list. Yeah, and I'll buy twenty dollar gold pieces for nineteen bucks. Mr. Ritter's going to offer the Crown people three-and-a-half percent off for that order tomorrow. They listen. Ritter wouldn't offer three-and-a-half percent off for... You know, that's a remarkable coincidence. That's my idea exactly. In fact, I was going to sound them out on a discount basis the first thing in the morning and see if Ritter would approve it. Then I've just been wasting your time. Not at all, girly. Not at all. You meant well. I was just ahead of you, that's all. Mr. Bronson lives at 478 Park Avenue. He left his office about ten minutes ago. You can catch him if you go right after him. Consider the demeanors on his way. But why the night work, girly? Well, Mr. Ritter, not being in your confidence, is going to personally telephone Mr. Bronson that discount at 8.30 a.m. And you won't get credit for the order. Hey, let me know when I can do you a favor sometime. You can do me one right now. Name it, girly. Try and remember that my name is Lyndon. Well, of course it's Lyndon. Hey, plug me in on the switchboard, will ya? I want to break a blond's heart. You big businessmen are so brutal. But at the same time, little girls shouldn't give away confidential tips to cheap salesmen. Why not give an ambitious youngster a break? Jim DeNene is no good. Hold your job long enough and you'll see Jim DeNene ahead of this company. Out of a city of six million people, why do you have to pick him? You weren't here when I first started, two years ago. It was my first job. I was scared to death. I'd have run away if it hadn't been for Jim DeNene. What'd he do? Offer to show you the pictures in his flat? He found me crying in the hall. He had me along and told me to keep up with bluff. Everybody in the world was bluffing. Don't look like no big brother to me. Well, I've just tried to pay him back for the way he helped me. You're goofy about him. Maybe. You don't even know you wear silk stockings. I'm protecting my job, too. Someday Jim will be the boss here. Called you five times today. Opening like Ronnie, she ought to cut herself a piece of cake. Why do you go about that sort of thing? Call him up and tell him you picked out a swell apartment? You don't do anything. You just drift. Smilingly. I'm no drifter. I swim upstream, if necessary. You're darn fool. Well, John, you'll need to take a trip to your mouth. In about a year from now, you'll take a ride on a horse. Bad as that? Yes, Mr. Robinson. Tell him to come in, Mary. OK, John. You can't see anybody else today. This is my banker. He won't get me excited. All right. Now, remember, you give up business immediately. Goodbye. Goodbye. Well, won't you sit down? Thank you. Well, they tell me you went for downtown for a whole week. The doctor tells me I've got to retire or terribly sell out my business and find someone to buy the business. Well, that's not so easy. Times are hard. I read about a man who retired and sold his business to his employees. That's a modern method. Our banks might finance a deal like that if we were sold on the set up. And you could keep your name on the firmware it has been for 40 years. Well, who's the man to head it? Very well with the timber and the mills. Oh, there's that new sales manager, Mr. Daneen. Oh, he's too young, too fresh. No, that's not a bad idea in an old business. The great Daneen isn't dressed yet. But come on in, honey. Sure, the famous honeypins. Make yourself at home. Like it? Yes, all right. How do you like my new apartment? I suppose it's much smarter than your old one. Sure. New contract, new salary, new flat. Got a progression, oh. I think it's pretty swell myself. Daneen. Oh, I forgot. You're the prudish type who likes women old fashioned. You're pretty regular at that. I think yes, well. You don't know me. You only know my job. I smoke sometimes. Wear an evening dress with absolutely no back to it. No. And have been known to drink a cocktail. That is, when urged. I urge you. I beseech you. Well, rather than have my clothes torn in the struggle, I will. That is, method has orange juice in it. I'm sorry. It has. No, thanks. Well, I'm glad to know you, Mrs. Wretz. And the next time you come, we'll have that sauerkraut you crave. I'll give you a time. Wretz, you will only get together sometime, won't you? Yes. Sometimes. Well, knowing that you don't love me for my body alone, I suppose you've come to make me president of the company, huh? Well, maybe vice president. Mr. Ritter's got to retire. You can't fire me. I've got a contract. I'll unclad airtight and tied up with pink string. Robinson of the city trust could be sold on a proposition to buy Ritter's stock for you and pay for it out of the profits. No, it isn't hashish. Listen to me, Jim Dunny. I know what I'm talking about. Robinson wants to keep the firm's business. I know. Oh, don't worry. He'd make something out of the deal himself. You have fine records. Robinson's wide open for young blood. I'm not having any pipe dream if you've got the stuff to sell a proposition to Robinson. I suppose you think I haven't, huh? What did you think I came here for? I know there's more than one call for the car loan. Give me the lowdown. Here's the way I'd approach him. Mr. Robinson, you're a businessman. I'm a businessman. I feel sure that I can double the firm's business in the next three years. Naturally, my efforts would be increased if I were working for myself. My plan guarantees the continuance of the relations and profits you have made with us. It is not only a bank's privilege, but its duty to foster the development of the concern with whom its past, present, and future is allied. That's the feat that'll get Robinson. Mr. Robinson, you're a businessman. I'm a businessman. I feel sure that I can double the firm's business in the next three years. Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Hey, what's the idea? Oh, here, blot it off. I'll see if I can find you another one. Fifteen bucks for that shirt, woman. Oh, what a surprise. Here, wear this one. You see, I ain't going to a funeral. Would you take a spot of color so to brighten up the spirits and show off the dunnene personality? Bankers are very conservative. Well, maybe you're right. Well, I guess I'll be going now. Oh, here, I didn't thank you yet. You know, it's a swell tip. But then I'm the only one that could carry out the scheme. You'd better change your shirt. Remember, you've got to be there at nine and fifteen. I'll be on time. Don't worry. And thanks again. Oh, uh, Mr. Robinson's address is on this slip of paper. Leave it on the table. I'll put my own number here, too. Would you call me up as soon as you leave, Mr. Robinson, and tell me how it came out? From the nearest front store, baby. You say you were Mr. Dunnene. What do you know about Mr. Dunnene? Oh, he's the one that calls you Landy when your name is Lyndon. How did you find out where I live? Oh, to Lori. If Mohammed won't come to the mountain, then the mountain must come to Mohammed. But this is the first time the mountain had to wear a false beard. Do sit down, going to bed. For Mr. Wales, he is just going to bed. For Mr. Dunnene, oh, come right up. Come right up. I don't care to discuss, Mr. Dunnene. But I want to talk about Mr. Dunnene. I want to talk about you. And I want to talk about me. Oh, I know all about you. Ronnie Wales. White. Honest. Ambition? Not to have to work for a living so that I could go to the south of France and write a book. And I don't believe in marriage. I'm married. You know that. We haven't lived together for three years. As a matter of fact, I haven't seen her for two. Where's a cave in your tin mug? And the little dog you need to? And how are lead pencils selling these days? Oh, Mary, I put it over. Knock them for a loop. Then listen. And to be vice president. Oh, I'm so glad for you, Mr. Dunnene. The bank retains 20%. The balance for me. And dividends credited on purchase. I've got ten years to pay it off. But I'll knock that for a raw baskin. Pay shut off that music. All right, darling. Don't yell at me. Nice drug store you're phoning from. Well, I, uh, I'm home. Some people dropped in. Then don't let me keep you. I'm meditating myself. Go away, darling. How can I talk business with you mauling me so? Oh, but darling, I can't keep my hands off you. Excuse me. I'll see you at the office tomorrow. Can I play some jazz now? No, I've got business to attend to. Finish your drink and I'll call you a cab. All right. Don't make me laugh. Good night, Mary. Good night. Good morning, Dolores. Good morning. Yes, all right. I'll turn to the computer. Yeah. Good morning, Mary. Good morning. All right. Bring an out book. It's gone to great lengths to convince you that it would be unwise to open an agency in this country. Usual signature. How'd that sound? Why don't you say something about our overhead being so distributed that it cut down costs? Oh, yeah, put that in. Make it short, you know. Anything else? Oh, let me see. Excuse me. Went to a party with Mr. Robinson's last night. Late. Oh, by the way, his daughter's name is Helen, isn't it? Helen, I believe. Oh. Don't you think we ought to make one more try for Raymaker's business? I closed him the last night at Mr. Robinson's house for five years at 239. Oh, Jim, that's splendid. Not bad. What? It's more than splendid. It's the biggest thing you've done. I'm proud of you. Yeah. I'd be proud of myself if I didn't have this awful head. It took a lot of champagne to warm up old Raymaker. As my old man used to say, a hair from the dog that bit you. Jay, what a tough time my folks had. I wish I'd had my luck while they were still living. We were very poor when you were a kid. The greatest tragedy of my life was graduating from high school with a patch on the seat of my trousers. And all the other young squirts and tuxedos. You've done remarkably. From a handicapped start. Thanks, Mary. That's nice of you to say that. Yes. Just a minute. The Miss Daisy Presby says she has an appointment. Shall I get rid of her? Oh, no. No, wait a minute. Miss Presby, wait. I've, uh, I've hired an assistant for you. You've been working too many nights. This girl can take some of the dictation. But I haven't complained. I don't want you to weigh yourself out, you know. I thought it was my job to engage the new girls. This is, uh, this is different. I see. Jim, I'd rather not have an assistant. I can attend to everything. I'm not a bit overworked. But I've hired the girl. She should start in the morning. I'm afraid I must decide on the advisability of these things. Very well. Well, what else? By the way, uh, I was right about tails and a white tie for the Robinson dinners, wasn't I? If there's one thing I flatter myself on, it's knowing how to dress. Of course. I can't understand why this florist bill should be a hundred dollars higher than last month. We haven't ordered more than usual. I'll check it over. Oh, by the way, send a dozen American beauty roses to Miss Ellen Robinson. Very well. Oh, by the way, how much does Miss Daisy Presby go on the payroll for? Uh, put her down for fifty a week. And see if no one disturbs me. Mr. James Dunneen, secretary speaking. I want you to send two dozen of your nicest roses to Miss Ellen Robinson. Yes. Hold the phone a moment. I'll give you her address. What? Do we have her address? Yes, it's the same, Miss Robinson. All right, thank you. Miss Presby? Mm-hmm. Fill out this card, please. You're to start in the morning. And we have a small desk over there. These chairs. There goes my stocking. Six bucks a pair. I picked up a swell combination at Wimbled. I'm saving it for my hope chest. I ask you, isn't that the spin you love to touch? Lovely. But they robbed you. I got the same thing for fourteen. Oh, don't tell me you wear French lingerie beneath that flower stack. What I wear next to my lily-white body is, strange as it may seem, nobody's business. Sock goes dempsy and shocky takes it on the chin. I think I'll just pop in and say hello to Jim. Wait just a minute. He doesn't wish to be disturbed. You can't go in when the red lights burning. Listen, sugar, I go past all red lights without even slowing down. Are you finished? Miss Linden. Mr. Dunnean ready for me? Expecting you. Oh, by the way, you're after I don't want Mr. Dunnean bothered with any of the household details. I'll do the buying myself. Yes, Miss Linden. Fresh flowers in there for you, Miss Linden. Yes, Miss Linden. Good morning, Miss Linden. Good morning, Miss Linden. Oh? That Clytem business has got to be settled today. I got another inside tip. Get some mail for you. Oh. Anything else, Mr. Dunnean? Oh, thanks, Martin. I know that a price of $2.32 was discussed. If we get the order, Mary, you'll get a swell new fitted bag. I'd rather have a raise. You're jealous because Miss Presby got one? Hardly. Not the same situation. You're different. To your sorrows? She's just a diversion. She got her salary raised. I'll say she's diverting. You hate her, don't you? Certainly not. But she ruins the morale of the office. And from the things she says, you think she was one of the board of directors. You'll get a swell fitted bag, nevertheless. You look tired, Mary. Why don't you take a day off? In fact, I have an invitation to spend a weekend at Atlantic City. Fine. Take the weekend off. You think Daisy can do my work, too? She's a little inexperienced, but... I think she can. I can postpone my Atlantic City trip. It's a standing invitation. Hope you feel better. Thanks, Mary. Don't do that. I thought the black killer of Bayeswater had got me. Theatre, eh? It's guarded for the theatre. Ended up by driving on the post-pro. Oh, sounds romantic. Who is he? Jim DeNen. How long has this been going on? It hasn't gone on. I've been out with him once or twice. He sends me flowers. Well, you've a lot in common. Uh, his neckties, for instance. That's not fair. He's improved unbelievably. He's a very remarkable young man. Oh, like him pretty much? Pretty much. Then in the morning, you'll see a doctor. Oh, don't be silly. I'm all right. No, you're not. No girl's healthy who prefers a good sound businessman to a dancing fool. Well, when I really start fiddling, even Jim DeNen will dance. Well, now, don't you look forward to an existence of all afternoon at the horse show and all evening at contract with him. He's not the type. No. Just wait till I get him in my clutches. I'm afraid there's another woman in his life. What? Lip Rouge on his handkerchief. They never learn, do they? Positively, no nonsense. Unless a contract is lived up to, it is not a contract. There is no reason why we cannot cooperate on an issue involving so much of our mutual welfare. Yours truly. Oh, what's the matter? Let it too strong, Jim. You've got to be tough with Bueller. Write it as I dictated it. Very well. Well, now what have you got for me? Oh, well, Martin says you need shirts. Any particular choice of color? Do I ever wear anything but white shirts? Well, do you think I am a shipping clerk? I beg your pardon. Oh, Mary, Martin had a new sort of evening tie for me last night. Narrow, very smart. Tell her to order a dozen more. I bought it for you. Oh, and Mary, uh, changed another Bueller. Tone it down. That part about, uh, positively no nonsense. Leave that out entirely. And Mary... I don't want Miss Presby to take any more of my dictation. What's the matter? Is she beginning to get breach of prophecy? The burden, brothers? Oh, I have to take them out tonight and make Hoopie with them. Do you want to come along? Love me to take the place of the dear departed so soon. Huh? I asked you, didn't I? Yeah, show them it. Father lost money. Of course, the managers were very glad to have a society girl to go on the stage, but sometimes I feel it's very degrading for a girl from an old Virginia family. And you've had to give up that big white colonial mansion. Oh, no. Mama lives there. I send her part of my salary every week. But, of course, that doesn't leave me very much for myself. There, there, Sybil. Oh, Mr. Burden, but I only just met you tonight. Oh, well, let's have another drink, and then you'll know me better. This little girl, Sybil, has had a heap of trouble, Jim. I think she needs something to brace her up. Trouble? Trouble? Oh, I remember that word. That's what poor people have when the rents do. Ha, ha, that's a good joke. Troubles only something. Poor people have when the rents do. Oh, Mr. Burden. What'd you do? Blow the rent on that frog? What's the matter with this frog? Absolutely nothing. Looks like it's been poured in it and forgot to say when. I suppose you'd like me to wear this around the paper and pulse business. Well, you don't have to dress the way you do. The other girls don't. Oh, you notice that, do you? They make you notice it, and they can't all crave me. No, they just crave raises in salaries. How much do you get? Seventy. You should have more. That's sweet. You dance? Even better than I take dictation. Let's... I just thought it was a perfect machine in an office. I gathered that. You and I got together tonight the way we did. Are you? I'm terribly fond of you. But how could I help it? Eight, ten, twelve hours a day together? Mostly behind closed doors? Proving that a working girl can be safe in the advances of her employer. Well, I always figure that business and pleasure don't mix. That's not it. You've looked at me a thousand times. I never saw me until tonight. I see you now, and you look pretty good to me. I wonder if it isn't the dress. Or perhaps the liquor. Have another drink. Oh, would you have liked it if I'd kissed you in the office when you first came to work for me? A kiss depends on who's doing it and how it's done. How's this? You don't need that drink. I know all you've done for me. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you. I've been blinded by my own success. But from now on, things are going to be different. Jimmy, I've got to be a machine again. It's past three o'clock. One of us has to be on hand at ten in the morning while it will be there. Hang while it. Hang all the pulp and paper in the world. Jimmy. Jimmy. Give me a drink and I'll run along. You're drinking a lot lately. Foolish. Let me be foolish tonight. It's a night of nights, isn't it? Here's how. Good morning, Jim. Oh, good morning. The change in your attitude. I guess I had a little too much to drink last night, didn't I? Did you? Didn't you notice it? No, that's good. I was afraid I might have... Well, I mean, did I get fresh or make a pass at you or anything like that? Why, no. That's a relief. You know, Mary, I don't remember a darn thing that happened after about ten o'clock last night. I cannot understand the change in your attitude. Huh? You were dictating? Oh, yeah, Jim. I cannot understand the change in your attitude. I cannot understand the change in your attitude. As the week's rolled by, good evening, Miss Lyndon. Good evening, Fred. Lovely, lovely. I'll start with you, Fred. For those? Yes. But the monthly bills all right? Yes, they were nicely checked and everything's under control. Has it done any harm? Not since this morning. He hasn't been at the office all day either. Well, that's understandable. I hope you don't mind my stepping into your province, fixing these flowers. Not at all, Miss Lyndon. What's the party for? Fred, I asked, who's the party for? I thought perhaps you'd like to arrange these also. Well, what's that? You finished the flowers, Prince. I, the girl, win big paper, man. What? Robinson hooked Jim. Well, cut my throat. Come for the features. To the brides. Long, macy waves. I, I try to help you, Mary, but I guess it's better to get it out of your system. Let me buddy him. I don't care who it is. I haven't got any pride left. The engagement is announced. Of Miss Ellen Robinson to Mr. James Dunnean. The electronic. I made him look like a gentleman. I've taught him to speak to King's English. I've shared his troubles and worries. I've listed him above the president. I've stood between him and a dozen cheap designing women. When it comes to a girl with beauty, and money, and a glamorous position. Mary, take it easy. Isn't that bad? Please don't, Mary. That isn't going to help you. Well, Rolly, the next time, the next time, do you get me? We won't talk about that now. Oh, so you're going to burn me too, are you? After a while we'll talk about that. Yes. Oh, send her in. Miss Ellen Robinson to see you. Yes, I will. Ellen Robinson. Yes, I know. You came to see Mr. Dunnean? No, you. Won't you sit down? Miss Lyndon, when I first decided I wanted to marry Jim Dunnean, my father and I naturally talked it over. I'm sure your father approved. My father has known you for a long time. Only in a business way. So that's how I happened to know you're in love with Jim Dunnean. That's not true. That proves it. Could I work alongside of Jim Dunnean for years without falling in love with him? Certainly not. Get to the point. Your admission that you're in love with him hardly qualifies you from a fiancé's viewpoint for further employment. You want me to quit? At once. And if I refuse, I should tell him you're desperately in love with him and that it would be charitable to ask you to leave. You wouldn't do that. Oh, wouldn't I? When Greek meets Greek. You can call on me at Greek. Pardon my intrusion. Mr. Dunnean, I think I've been here long enough. Well, Mary, what are you talking about? I've got a better job. I've got hours, more money. Now, Mary, don't do anything foolish. We'll talk this over later. There's nothing to talk over. I've had it in mind for some time. It was just settled today. I'm leaving immediately. Won't you have any convenience, you any? Remember, you still have Daisy. Goodbye. Mary! But you've known for some time that he was gonna... You know that wanted me. And what did I tell him? Like a fool, I'd say to them, she's a good girl. And what did I say to myself? Like a fool, I said, Mary, you just keep yourself a nice, fine little girl. And one of these days, Jim Dunnean will realize how good I am. Just asking for a lot of trouble. He's out of my life. I'm reconciled to that. I found one of these on the floor of Jim's bedroom once. I knew the girl, and I despised her for being cheap and trivial. I just don't want to be that cheap myself. The funny part about it is that I'm priced at exactly eight dollars less than one of the most obvious young women I've ever met. Mary, dear, if my wife didn't have all the money in the family, I swear I'd get a divorce and marry you. I didn't ask you to buy my violin. No. No. Well, now, Miss Robinson, the Chicago train arrived a half hour ago, and I'm sure he'll come direct to the office. I'll tell him. Do you want a word in Saturday? Oh, well, no. Well, why wasn't it shipped? Well, it wasn't Mark Rush, but I'd better hold him till you got back. Go out and get all that stuff and get it off right away. Help own my house and have Mark and my fella bring the folder down here right away. You know what confusion? File in my library. But some of your clothes can be salvaged. So what are you talking about? I don't think they can fix some of your clothes as soon as he gets out of the hospital. Or is my fiance dead? Oh, no, Miss Robinson's not dead. He'll feel for the last wait, wondering why she hasn't heard from you. Nothing, nothing at all there. I'm living at lumber camps, and I simply didn't have the time. Myself as a neglected wife. I've got to do a lot of traveling. The paper business is in a critical state. Newspapers are buying up their own mill. I'm not blowing my own horn, it's simply the truth. And we might as well face it. It's much better to face things in advance. Now, I'll get, please run along. Never let Mary Linden get away from me. I'll have my head examined, that's all. If I could find her now, I'd give her half the company to come back. I think I want a woman around here who's... Mary? In love with me? We did a lot of night work together, you two. See, listen, darling, you're a little mad. I'm no saint. I have my moments. But Mary Linden simply isn't that kind of a girl, that's all. Watch her headquarters for a statement about the connection between her cigarette and the fire in your home last night. I have no suspicions of you, Daisy. Run along. Suspicion of me? Come on. Nobody has any suspicions of you. Did you do anything to get Mary Linden to leave here? Certainly. For how day you would appear in my business affairs? Business? That's good. A woman like Mary Linden. With Mary Linden, the woman, you may have had a feminine right to be involved. But with Mary Linden, my private secretary, you had absolutely no right to interfere. Listen, I'd fall madly in love with any woman who displayed the least bit of common sense. And I won't forgive you if I'm rude, but I'm terribly busy. Too busy, I'm afraid. Well, suppose we let it go with that. Yeah, I haven't the slightest idea where to re-time you want to work. Work for a month yet. I tried to get in touch with you last week. Dear, exactly what you told me to. I wonder what he wanted. Daisy got canned? No, nothing there. The Marines have landed and the situation is well in hand. The forthcoming marriage of Miss Ellen Robinson to Mr. James DeNene has been caused off by mutual consent. Where to, Laurie? Let me see. Where? Oh, it isn't in the paper. But it's liable to be any minute now. Or I've been listening in over that switchboard in vain. Laurie! Mary! It's ruining my boyfriend's evening. Yes, tonight and every night until I find the secretary who's satisfactory. You got the answers to those war dads? Yes, here they are. Here to the president of a pulp and paper concern. Best of references. Hey, this was Helen Clark. Come in and see me this afternoon. Yes, sir. I mean, take off your coat. We've got work to do. But I get $100 a week now. Right, Mary. Of course, $100 is all right. Stop joking. I've got just three days to get affairs in shape so I can beat it up. I have decided to...