 Until next Thursday, good night and good luck. Gracie, if you're finished reading that cowboy love tales, let's go out to dinner. Okay, partner. I reckon I'm ready to tie on the feed bag. All right, how about syros? Oh, that ain't bad, Chuck Wagon, to get your little zap. Let's go, tender face. Well, what I started. Good night. Yippee-yall.