Come, Ingrid.

The next time I see a man lying in a bar… I mean, the kids the wives bring. Oh that includes the tax. Well, I suppose we'd better investigate. Oh, no, you disapprove of me. That's right, dear. Sammy, my little Sammy. Put that on, too. Sandy. Of course not. By Joe. Very glad to meet you, Mrs. Gates. Strange indeed. No, forget the water. And I love the kids, too.