Hey, Mame, are you home? –Is that you, Vera? –Now what on earth does she want? –(telephone rings) Have you talked to your stockbroker? Yes, I can see you have. –What about a stockbroker? –Don't you know? He's called me half-a-dozen times trying to locate both of you. –What happened? –Oh, nothing... except nothing's worth anything anymore. (telephone rings)
(telephone rings) Hello. –Now don't you worry, Mame. It can't possibly affect people like you and me who have a lot of of solid stuff like Bank of the United States. –Missy Dennis, stockbroker want to say hello before he jump out a window.