text:  blue suit. The only one that I can wear for speech. Oh? You don't have another suit? When I thought I was going to rough it at Virginia Lakes, I sent all my suits to the cleaners. They're rushing my blue search for me. Well, Judge. Horace, old friend. If you're so busy, why don't I stop by and pick up your suit for you? Would you do that for me, Gilday? You bet.