"Get out your washboard and stand back. I'm finally going to take off this turtleneck, which I have worn for months as the armor of my grief. Also, I'm going to need you to, you know, take care of that orphaned deer that is around here somewhere. And can you just like, get with Carol so that she doesn't spend another two weeks telling someone about how you're the love of her life? Then I'll just load up the Packard and be on my way."