 Some lemonade with ice. Father will start to worry. Beautiful, what's your hurry? And father will be pacing the floor. It's too hot outside of that floor. So really I'd better scurry. Beautiful, please don't worry. Well, maybe just a cigarette more. Most unlucky, that's what they're for. I've got to go home. Decide a more lucky stride. Say, lend me a comb. A cigarette you will buy.