And So It Goes

You should get a discount,

if you die visiting your beloved.

I don't know why you picked

the hilltop.

Not exactly like you can take

in the view.

Anyway...

Happy Birthday Sarah.

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

You give me a present.

I'll give you a present.

Bingo.

Ten foot ceilings,

original Georgian classic cornices.

We have rich quartersawn oak floors.

You don't find quality craftsmanship

in anything that is built today.

We have a formal dining room.

French doors opening to the patio.

And this is the kitchen.

Double Viking Range.

Too expensive.

What? Are you an appraiser?

5.7, 5.8 tops.

Mister Little, I think

what Le Duc is asking

is just whether there might be

a little wiggle room in the price?

- He loves the house.

- Tour is over.

Oren. Please. No one meant

any offense with the verbal offer.

Let me explain something to you.

Wiggle room is squeezing into

a pair of pants too small

and hoping they don't split.

You got enough wiggle room

you can call extortion a loan.

- Kidnaping, a get together.

- Point taken.

Probably not the right term

for a three million dollar disparity.

By the way, we're not Chinese.

Rape is just another sign

of affection.

- What do you mean you're not Chinese?

- Vietnamese.

Well, I was in the area.

Sorry this didn't work out, Oren.

He was a cash buyer.

This house is worth 8.6 million,

that's what it's going to sell for.

I have other clients flying in.

They saw the house on the Internet.

Thursday at noon?

- Where are they from?

- Black.

I can't...

Cats!

Oh my, what are those kids doing

here, they came out of nowhere.

Oh, my God.

I'll see you tomorrow. Okay.

Bye kids.

- Oh, my gosh!

- Hey, Leah! - What?

- Is the noise okay?

- No. I love the commotion, are you kidding?

Look what I taught these guys.

Boys! Mister Little.

Too much noise!

Too much noise!

I love that finger wag.

Nice touch guys. Oh, mojito, Kate?

Oh, desperate for one.

Too much noise!

Too much noise!

Dog!

- Touch my car and I'll have you spayed.

- Neutered.

For Pete's sake, cut their hair!

Dress them like men!

Is what you're going to say really

worth what I'm about to say back.

Oh, okay...

- Would you care to join us, Mr. Little?

- Who's 'us'?

- Kate. She's coming down for a mojito.

- Cheers.

You know you should have let them

move downstairs with the children

and then you could

have taken their apartment.

This is the one that was available,

this is the one I took.

But they told the manager

they wanted your place

before it was even empty. If you ask

me something fishy went on for you...

I was the number one

realtor in sales,

seven years in a row,

back in the 90's. Entire county.

I know everybody.

And half of everybody I know,

thinks they know me, so...

complain to the manager.

- Give me the snake!

- No!

Too much noise.

Too much noise!

Too much noise!

If this is where number one lives?

God help number two.

Hey, buddy.

You all right?

What's this?

Now, what dumb ass would shoot you

with a paint ball gun.

Okay, I like this drink,

but I think it's a little...

- Evening.

- Hello!

- How are you feeling?

- Good.

If he parked over just

a little bit...

we wouldn't have to hunt

for a space on the street.

Complain to the manager.

- Hey, Peter. How was that water?

- Choppy.

- Choppy?

- Come on, let's get you out of this wet suit.

Put this guy on, put the towel up.

Is that enough for you?

For Pete's sake, will you cover your

dick, I'm trying to eat a sandwich.

Is that language really necessary?

- Complain to the manager.

- We have. Everyone has.

- Well I...

- Oh, everyone?

And we're calling again tomorrow

to tell her how rude

and selfish you are.

So I got a dick in my face,

right, somehow I'm to blame.

He said dick!

- Okay...

- You called the manager on me, huh?

Yeah, a number of times actually.

Well during one of those times

did she happen to mention

that I own this building.

- You own...

- Little Shangri-la.

Little...

Shangri-la.

Something to think about the next

time you get an itch to rat me out.

Look, I don't care

if you do own the building.

My wife is going to give birth soon.

Yesterday we had to park

a block away

because you refuse to move

your car just a few feet.

Please share the drive way.

- Or what?

- Or nothing.

I'm asking as a favor.

You need to have

a little compassion. Okay?

Sorry about my dick.

Okay...

My wife died of cancer.

For two years, I bathed her,

I changed her...

I cooked for her. I fed her.

I even prayed for her.

And I cried all

I'm ever going to cry.

I had compassion.

- Claire.

- Oren.

- Good morning, Oren. Today at noon?

- Wouldn't miss it, Teddy.

The house is not worth 8 million.

And it's 'Ted.'

8.6 million, Teddy.

- How long have you been in the business?

- Seven years.

- Everyday is better than the last.

- Don't be a smart ass.

We've been here since your

Grandfather started this business

44 years ago. So where do you get

the gall to second guess

- the listing of an Oren Little?

- I don't have gall, Grandma.

I have comps. And they

don't support an 8 million...

Excuse me,

an 8.6 million dollar list price.

When he was a baby, he used to play

with his willy

like it was a rambunctious puppy.

All I need is just one last sale

before I cast my line in the river.

And if he can help me,

I'll play with his willy.

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