Oh, you look nervous. Is it the scars? Wanna know how I got 'em? C'mere, look at me. So, I hada wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with thesharks… Hey. One day they carve her face. Andwe got no money for surgeries. She can't takeit. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? Ijust wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouthand do this... to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! NowI see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!