consolidated lint. back to 70. what about national dust? down three. bad business, shifting horses in mid-stream. i'm sure dear abigail knows that as well as anyone. consolidated lint. up to 75. up to 80. and national dust? holding steadily at 54. if you make me stick to this deal, i'll be broke, bankrupt, penniless. nonsense, old man. if you're a bit short, i'll take the deal off your hands. oh, thank you. you're all even again. thank you. ever make a better deal than that? oh, no, never. never. thank you, mr. addams. easy come, easy go. and now if we could just meet old mrs. adams. as soon as she's finished wrestling the alligator. wrestling the alligator? (door opens) ah, here she is. well, i finally beat that darn alligator. u. she certainly photographs differently. do you really wrestle alligators? oh, just once in a while. she actually prefers kangaroos. this is abigail quincy adams? certainly not. i wouldn't have that woman in this house. robespierre! i'll have lurch get your hat. the bell's out of order. well, think nothing of it. (gong resound