Okay, they're not personalized or anything. They're just winter scenes--
dachshunds, snowflakes.
Hi there.
Hello.
Sorry to have... stepped away for so long.
This is a friend of mine l asked to drop by.
We got to talking and stuff, and, uh--
He's gonna ioin us for dinner.
- Great. - How nice to meet you.
And wouldn't it be nicer if my father would introduce you ?
How nice to meet you.
Yeah, l'm sorry. This is my daughter, Allison, and her husband, Quince,
and Drew, my number one, works with me.
Daddy, does your friend have a name ?
- A name ? - Something he goes by ?
Oh, yeah, excuse me. This is, uh--
This is, um--
- Daddy, come on. A name. - Bill, the suspense is killing me.
l'm sorry. It's, uh-- It's gone right out of my head. Um--
l'm sorry. This is... Joe.
- [ Allison ] Joe. l love that name. - Just plain Joe.
Me too. Hey, buddy.
- Is there any more to it ? - What do you mean ?
Like ''Smith'' or ''Jones'' or--
- Black. - [ Allison ] Oh, at last.
- Nice to meet you, Mr. Black. - Hey, hey, Joe Black.
Won 15, lost 2 for the Brooklyn Dodgers, 1952.
l'm king of my rotisserie league.
- Are you ? - Yeah, he is.