 That's fine. Well, Mr. Billingsley, we'll be leaving in a little while. I'd come down to the station to see you off, but I have a splitting headache. Oh, that's too bad. There it goes again. Good night. 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.