mr. sportelli was depressed? people, one reason or another, you can't please 'em. i just kept working. i never started a job i didn't finish. the most recent was took his whole sink out, mount a new one, connect the pipes. now, that situation, there was a hairline gap at the wall. one person'll say that's what caulking's for. then an answer, "that's the sloppy way out." or you might indicate, uh, a warped baseboard. the walls bulge over the years. you're not gonna get a perfect fit. sick with this whole situation. i-i can tell you're upset. of course i am. the poor fella died. how did that argument end with frank? over the plumbing? now, there, for instance, he botched everything he couldn't hold the chisel very good, so he ends up chipping the wall and cabinet. i says, "frank, i'm gonna re-caulk this thing... "and i want you to stay away from it. "and that's enough with the phone calls to runner and everyone else so, uh, i'm on my back on the floor. ten minutes later, he comes back in with a gun. comes in with a gun. what's the matter with him? "sport, what are you, crazy? what's the