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Okay.

Okay, what?

Okay, Hollywood's fine with me.

Say, I got a great idea. Why

don't we stop at a coffee shop?

We can continue talking. You know,

I really like talking with you.

You certainly know how

to shovel it, don't you?

Huh?

You're broke, right? And you

want some coffee, right?

Only coffee turns out

to be a full-course meal.

And the great

conversationalist over here,

that's me, winds up

picking up the tab.

Then if things go according to

plan, and you butter me up,

I'm supposed to lay a few bucks

on you to see you through the day.

Wow, if you haven't got the

most suspicious, rancid mind.

Oh, I know, and I

hate myself for it.

Tell me, uh, does that

routine usually work?

Nine times out of ten.

(GIGGLING)

Hey, wait a minute.

Slow down.

Wait. Hey, there's a dog in

the gutter. Stop the car!

I can't stop for a dog.

Well, then let me out.

Just let me out.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Damn it!

Do you think he's in pain?

(SIGHING)

What does it matter anyway?

I mean, he's just a dog, right?

Just a dumb, stupid, beat-up dog.

- Come on.

- Just let me go! Why don't you go?

That's what you wanna do, isn't it?

Look, you can't do anything

for him, he's dead.

What happened?

Oh, somebody ran over a dog.

MAN:
Oh, yeah.

Somebody ran over a dog.

Well, wait a minute.

You don't think that...

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, great.

Just great.

Morning, love. Hi, Sam.

Frank. These are the keys

to the Everett house.

Oh.

Oops, how much?

Uh, 95, but they'll settle for 88.

I'll take a look at it.

12:
30, right?

I know you thought I forgot. Now

let that be a lesson to you.

Okay. Oh, listen. One thing.

Uh, can we make a stop

on the way to lunch?

There's a listing I

wanna take a look at.

All right. Bye, then.

It looks marvelous.

FRANK:
Let's see.

It's nice.

You know, with a little

extra effort on my part...

Well, I mean...

If I really worked at it,

I suppose I could

be hysterically happy

in a house like this.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Let's take the grand tour.

(GIGGLING)

I wish you could've made it last

night. It was a lovely party.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I had a lousy time last night.

Well, whose fault is that? Didn't I

always tell you don't go to strangers?

Did I do something to earn that,

or is that just an impulse?

Consider it a loan.

You can pay me back

with interest later.

Oh. Mmm.

How much is this house?

$95,000.

What did they say

they'd settle for?

Oh, 88, probably. Why?

Because I might be able to throw

a little business your way,

if you have no objections

to making a big commission.

Darling, I'd sell you an outhouse

if I thought it would put

a buck in my pocket.

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