"Of course I had a higher purpose in mind." "What was that?" "I dedicated my climb to Mae West. I wrote her a hundred and eighty five times, and then she finally wrote me back to congratulate me on my achivement. It says, <<come back from your mountain, climber, and see me some times ... There's a hell of a climb waiting for you. >> And then she signed it, see?" "Uh, Mae West ... It's a very nice letter ..." "Yeah ... They say she's dead, but she's not, she owns a beauty parlor." "And you lost your fingers during the climb?" "I left ... four fingers up there ... And uh ... and uh ..." "What's your name?" "I left that up there, too ..."