So you missed the last truck by two minutes, huh?

Two minutes. Actually, it was less than that.

Well, the plane wasn't that heavy; you could've added fuel, picked up the speed and made up the time.

It was about the trucks. Today's truck was two minutes late, tomorrow's will be four minutes late, and then six minutes late, and then eight minutes late, and the next thing you know, we're U.S. Mail.

Yeah, well, all's I'm saying is, if you'd gotten all those trucks on the plane those Russkies would be walking on water right now. [to Gwen, while pouring some wine] Hey, now, don't-- don't give me that look. It's just grape juice. Right, Chuck?

Yeah, it's like a 1992 full-bodied grape juice.

I see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

Well, we'd offer you some but, you know, somebody's got to fly the plane.

Yeah, well, I just say no, right? Listen, Stan, I've been meaning to ask you. How's Mary?

Oh. Uh, well... we really don't know anything yet.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, she went to the doctor yesterday, and uh... it hasn't me-- metastasized as far as they can tell right now. It's just kind of wait and see.

I'm so sorry. Would you tell her I'm gonna come by and see her on my next layover? I just want you to know, Stan, we are all just thinking about her and you, and just blessings.

Thank you, Gwen, thank you.