 You, Johnny. I'm a lucky fellow. I tell people that when they ask me about you, how lucky you are. Not a scratch, and you've knocked over three huddle of boar. I operated before I met you, Moyer. Four, my, my. Good-looking boy like you. It's the talk how hired killers don't come as pretty as you. Good night, Mr. Moyer. Good night, Cleo.