Business Is Business Page #2

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- Where's Sjaak?

- How should I know?

Got it?

Give it here.

Cow, the money is yours.

It's my money.

I'm keeping it.

- Hand it over.

- No.

Don't try that again.

You should take up Judo.

Mind your own business,

he's not your guy.

Dumb jerks.

Not so many at once, ma'am.

Think I'm a thief?

Take them.

- Ma'am...

- What are you looking at?

Creepy dike.

I put them in water.

I'm a domestic guy.

All those roses. You must be mad.

They must've cost a fortune.

- What are you doing tonight?

- Working...

Not tonight.

You're going out with me.

I have a business to run.

Close up shop.

We're going out.

What's up with her and grandpa?

She'll have an easy time.

It's getting serious

with you guys, isn't it?

Are you coming?

It's late.

- What's up with him?

- Nothing.

He's just another customer.

Who are you kidding?

You're in love.

In love?

Don't make me laugh.

I bet you leave the trade.

And I'll be on my own

with that prick, Sjaak.

- Why not leave him?

- And go where?

-You can get another.

-Like the guy upstairs?

I've had enough of that.

I need some peace.

MARRlAGE AGENCY

'THE LlNK'

Gentleman, 48 years old...

Committed elsewhere

two more years.

Elsewhere...

Unpretentious, honest.

Respectable man. Sturdy build.

With serious plans.

We'll take him.

He won't want me

when he knows what I do.

That's none of his business.

Write...

Dear Sir...

Comma.

I'm taking up my pen

to write to you.

I am a very young woman

who has been disappointed in love.

Yes.

Where you going?

- The letter?

- For the blood bank.

We're going to donate.

Bye.

For good luck.

What can we do for you?

Don't be shy, it's what we do.

- What's in there?

- Naughty boy.

Scratch it

and you'll buy a new table.

Careful with my table.

Don't scratch my table.

- You have to cluck.

- I peep.

You're supposed to cluck.

You're chickens.

Chickens cluck.

I'll peep if I want.

I'm a peeping chicken.

A peeping chicken.

Stop it.

Stop it or I won't pay a cent.

No? Then get out.

You chicken sh*t.

Piss off.

Or I'll shove your feathers

up your ass.

Oh, his clothes.

Piss off. Go to the zoo.

Clucking costs a quarter there.

- Can we buy just one?

- We'll take a bunch.

Ladies...

These?

- Where do you want it?

- Where it can be seen.

That'll do.

What if I don't like this guy?

- Just say 'Sorry, 18/80'.

- I wouldn't dare.

I'm sure he's a doll.

Come on.

Clean and bright.

No stains.

- Don't treat him like a client.

- I'm not stupid.

- That seat is taken.

- It looks empty.

- They're not here yet.

- I'll be off then.

- Yes, ma'am?

- Coffee and cake.

- Want a cigar?

- Yes, thank you.

Here she comes.

Would you please sit elsewhere?

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