 What were you saying, Mother? I said I want you to be a good boy in New York. I will, Mama. And if they don't serve genuine jello in your hotel, I want you to go right down to your neighborhood grocer and buy some. I will, I will. What flavor, Mama? Any flavor. They're all delicious. All right, Don. Come on, come on. Just a minute, Jack. Is there anything else, Mama? Yes. Always look for the big red letters on the box. Goodbye, son. Goodbye, Mama. Gee, she's a sweet little lady.