 Just having me fall down like that. I'm going to be in the pictures. No, we got no paper. I can't see them at all. You want to hand me the Irish coffee? They took away my seat. You did it? You're saying there were some misneds that people today have these ceremonies. Oh, are you out of your mind? No, I'm out of my mind. Thank you. No one there. You have to do the old charity race. They're not in the Irish one. We want to do the charity race but we don't want to do it to them. You want me to go there? Mr. President, do you still want military aid for the Contra? We have guests today from the land of ancestors of maybe a third of all Americans. And let me introduce a few of them. Ambassador from Ireland, His Excellency Patrick McCartney. Margaret Heckler honours us by his presence with us from near Donegal, a head of the socialist Labour Party, Dennis Hawley, and welcome to Councillor Martin Bird. We are delighted to have you here in a moment representing His Excellency the President of Ireland and the Minister for the Environment of Patrick Flynn. I want to claim the privilege of two toasts and then a response that I may feel that you recognize. His first toast, of course, His Excellency the President of Ireland and the wonderful people of that wonderful land. This is the eighth time I thank the President of the United States that has honoured us on St. Patrick's Day. Great years, Mr. President. We have buried all difficulties that might exist between political parties and branches of government on the day of St. Patrick's Day. You know more of movies than I do, but I remember a movie, and when I think of you, Mr. President, sometimes I think of that wonderful movie filmed in Ireland. A wide man in which John Wayne and Victor McLaughlin argued and fought and scrambled against one another and finally they found a begrudging mutual admiration and at least became brothers in law. The film does not record that they didn't quarrel anymore but I like to think of that happy moment and Mr. President on this occasion that was done by my predecessor, Tip O'Neill which we observe each year in which you are honored and graced with your presence. I've got a toast that I wrote to you. To his melting spirit and his once-some way with words to his personal courage that has triumphed over physical prevail, to his genes to keep him young and give to the rest of his hope to his good humor and the good luck that had tinned him as the legacy of his ancestors. And to a future filled with joy and hope and health and opportunities for service for Ronald Wilson later. Famous, right? St. Patrick's Day, you should spend time with saints and scholars and so forth. You know I have two more stops I have to make. You and Stella drove all the snakes from Ireland. There's toasting. Best you lose yourself. And then forget the good things that have turned them ankles. So we'll know them by their lips.