 But that's a strapless, backless gown. You don't know your clothes. You don't know what I'm hunting. I should have known better than to hire a woman to report. Just a minute, sir. I'm a newspaper man. I'm not a woman. You're not? I think we've got a scoop. I mean, while I'm on this paper, I don't want to be thought of as a woman. I want to be thought of as a man. Okay, but I hope we get adjoining lockers at the Y.