 Dean, look at your script. It's Monroe. I'm looking at you. It's my own. Right, Jer? Zippity-doo-dah-dee-dee-dah-dee. Get a load of the dress she's wearing, Dean. Two armholes loosely tied together. I'll be what a dress. Oh, it's nothing much. Just... Just something I threw on. You almost missed, didn't you? Yeah. Please.