text:  I'm looking at Ira. You didn't put them in storage like Ira? I should have. I know. Because Ira, your wife wants to make you get rid of... I have enough T-shirts to last me for the next hundred years. Well, Ira has a sickness, so we can't discuss this. Be nice. You've got a whole basement full of all sorts of stuff I hear. Yep.