Knock, knock. Jerry, my manager gave me an hour for lunch and I thought, hey, why not swing by where your wife works? We're losing him. OK, he's back. Jerry, please tell me you're here for an incredibly urgent reason. Well, it's lunch. I mean, it's one of three meals that have existed for millennia. Losing him stabilized. Okay. I only asked Jerry because, as you know, my job involves performing heart surgery on horses. Excuse me. OK, let's not rehash that fight. I sense that you're busy. Will...