 We leave his plan for our vacation tomorrow after work. We come back here at 11.30 at night when that old fool Mike is out drinking. We'll be gone before he returns with a quarter of a million dollars to hide in the Wisconsin woods. It's foolproof, Mitchell. And it's the only thing that'll keep me with you. Well? Phyllis, I... I want you. I need you so much, Phyllis. But...