Man: Hi, honey.

[ Sighs heavily ] You won't believe what a day I had.

First thing in the morning, I bump into Mrs. Lubavich, and she starts accosting me about our nameplate.

Something about it being too emphasized and that all the people in the building had agreed that all the nameplates would somehow match.

[ Chuckling ] I mean, do you find that strange?

Well, you know, she was gonna get a very unpleasant answer, but, you know, I was already upset because I was late for work given that, uh, somebody forgot to pick up my dry cleaning.

You know, I've told you a million times -- a planner is a saver.

Well, I did get to the office, and you can imagine I wasn't in a very good mood after Lubavich.

And so, I'm sitting in my office, and in walks Mike with this kid, Oleg, a Russian from Alaska.

[ Laughing ] I mean, is that not a hoot?

Well, it really wasn't too humorous at all.

Back in the day, when you didn't know me, when I was his age, it was "Hush.

Listen and learn."

That was my motto.

[ Scoffs ] Not today.

These kids think that they can be traders the minute they buy an iPhone.

So, this know-it-all from Alaska won't shut up about algorithmic trading and, uh, buy-and-hold philosophy and some other nonsense that he learned on the Internet.

I mean, 99%.

Sure.

Everything can be 99% in hindsight.

But let me tell you, I looked at Mike.

And Mike looked at me, and he knew.

But I -- Well, you know, I can't really get mad at Mike.

His mother has Alzheimer's disease.

We could send a basket of fruit on some holiday.

Say, have you been down to the second floor?

Have you see that some of the people there still have Christmas wreaths on their door?

I-I went up the stairs because of Lubavich's complaint about our nameplate.

I told her I'd tell you about it, because, after all, you chose it.

Now, I don't pretend to be a nameplate expert or anything like that, if there is such a thing.

I mean, I do know, though -- I observed that the other nameplates there were -- [ Glass shatters ] Honey?

What happened?

Woman: Oh.

Butterfingers.

Man: Uh-huh.

Woman: Uh, oh, sit.

You must be very hungry.

Man: [ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪