 Can't you stay over here in Miami another day? Oh, Stan, I'd love to, but you don't know my boss. I've got to fly to Cuba first thing tomorrow morning to give him the contract he sent me to New York for. If I'm not there, ouch. Hmm, sounds like a slave driver. We'll begrudge you one day in the sun here. Mr. J. Harrington Lime is a stinker, especially to his secretary. J. Harrington Lime. You say that name as though I should have heard of him.