 Julia, stop talking. Conserve the air. I got ten bucks riding on your nose. No, kid, I'm betting on you, too. Inhale deeply. The air is free. Use it up. I don't want to use it up. I want to say this to my old age. Now, you see, Remley, he ain't having no trouble breathing at all. We might as well let him out. Now, do you give up? No.