Mrs. Peterson!

Ramon, hey! How's it goin'?

How you doin'?

There it is, right there on the desk.

- Where's she headed? - She's snowbound, Ramon.

- See you went with the pink. - Yeah, yeah.

It's kind of a pink day today.

I'm gonna have another pickup for you on Thursday.

- All right. We'll see you then. - All right. Thanks, Ramon.

Bless my soul What's wrong with me

I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree

My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug

I'm in love

- Peterson! Peterson!

- Peterson.

- Mr. Cowboy, da? - Da.

Mmm, it's pretty.

Mmm. It's from my wife.

Time...

- rules over us without mercy,