I just hate what we are doing to ourselves here. The smell coming from you right now as you sleep with God knows how much alcohol running through your veins, is almost overpowering to me. It reminds me so much of my Papa, and the way he smelled so often. He was also Jekyll and Hyde. Why can't I fix this for you, for us? Why can't you see what it is costing you. And why didn't you give me the chance to decide if I wanted to even have an alcoholic in my life. Another one, I should say. I already...