 Good night, Mr. Billingsley. Isn't he a nice fellow, Mary? Yes, but why does he always push that wheelbarrow around? He claims it's an ashtray. Sweet guy, though. Come in. Well, is that trunk ready yet? Yes, young man, here it is. Are you happy? Trunks, trunks, trunks. My whole life is nothing but trunks. Do you ask me if I'm happy?