You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Oh, just how did you do that,...

Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella? Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's General Motors got to be nervous about?" Overproduction, I says; collapse. When General Motors has to go to the bathroom ten times a day, the whole country's ready to let go.

You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Just how did you do that, Stella? Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. "Kidney ailment," they said. "Nerves," I said. Then I asked myself, "What's General Motors got to be nervous about?" "Overproduction," I says. "Collapse." When General Motors has to go to the bathroom 10 times a day, the whole country's ready to let go. You know, Stella, in economics, a kidney ailment has no relationship to the stock market. None whatsoever. Crashed, didn't it? I can smell trouble right here in this apartment. First you smash your leg, then you get to looking out the window, see things you shouldn't see. Trouble. I can see you in court now, surrounded by a bunch of lawyers in double-breasted suits. You're pleading. You say, "Judge, it was only a little bit of innocent fun. "I love my neighbors, like a father." And the judge says, "Well, congratulations. "You've just given birth to three years in Dannemora."