 Frankie, drop that tired halibut and come in here. Haven't you found a job yet? I got a job. I'm selling fish. Oh, Frankie. What kind of a job is that? Going from door to door selling fish. How do you like that? Just because he married into money becomes a snob. Now, do you want to buy some fish or don't you? All right, all right. If it'll help you out, I'll buy the fish you're holding. Oh, I can't sell you this one.