Hal has been a raving madman tonight.  He talked about hiring the wrong people, the milk business, Hilton and Jonesy (his favorite employees ever), the Department of the Interior, snowmobiles, Indira Gandhi, how you have to pretend to be tough when you're an officer in the military, the United Nations, and, as always, Nelson Rockefeller.

Then he decided he'd had enough.

Shit I gotta go to bed.  I should quit this talking.

And off he walked.  Not anther word.

He came back to ask me if I'd deal with the dogs tonight and remind me to remind him to do a few things tomorrow, but the dramatic effect of the exit was top quality.

(Give an executive producer credit to LMW for this post.  It wouldn't have happened without her.)