Code Name: The Cleaner Page #2

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Am I Lionel Richie?

Whoo...

this is

all right, huh!

- So this is my bedroom?

- Our bedroom.

Yeah.

And this is my chair?

You know, it could

use some plastic,

and these curtains...

these, uh...

All yours.

I mean, they

don't seem like me.

I mean, they real frilly.

Well, that's because

I picked them out.

Oh, sorry, babe.

You have

exquisite taste.

Thank you.

- So those are my trophies?

- Mm-hmm.

So I'm karate man, huh?

Who are all

these white people?

That's my family, Jake.

Don't you recognize anyone?

Why am I not

in the picture?

- You took it, remember?

- I took it.

Of course, I took it,

I took it.

I mean, what are you,

Creole?

- That's right, baby.

- That's what I thought.

Them red beans

and rice is working!

Doctor Soames, madam.

- Oh, the good doctor.

- Hello.

This is Dr. Soames.

He's gonna examine you

and make you

all better.

Ahem. Good.

Good, 'cause I need

to remember something.

Like, first of all, where is

the bathroom around here?

- Right through that door, sir.

- Cool.

I'm gonna be ready

for the examination

in a couple of minutes...

or a half hour.

You got any magazines?

Of course.

Here they are.

- Where's my "Jet"?

- "Jet," sir?

Yeah, the small, little magazine,

like a pamphlet...

a lot of pictures,

"Beauty of the Week"...

for people that like to read,

but not too much.

I'll get one immediately.

Anything else, sir?

- I got a craving for Skittles.

- Skittles, sir?

Yeah, man, I love those

little bite-size, chewy candies...

They're delicious!

They get stuck in your teeth, though.

- Right away, sir.

- Good.

Oh, and if you

don't mind,

can you pick me up

some frozen Tater Tots?

Right away, sir.

This may be asking

for too much...

but two birthday balloons

and a pony?

And a Spiderman kite?

Spiderman kite, sir.

And get yourself

something nice.

You know, maybe... maybe get some

color contacts or something.

- Thank you, sir.

- It'd look nice with your outfit.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, nice.

Oh hell, no.

I know I wear

no pink underwear.

Uh-uh... no,

this ain't right.

That ain't right.

Okay. Now, show me

the lobby.

There it is...

that's it, right there.

- Okay, I'm gonna need the master tape.

- Right.

- Okay, that does it.

- Your Skittles, sir.

That's what I'm talking

about, right there!

- Can I have a word, Diane?

- I'll be right back.

- Mm-hmm. Have a Skittle, brother.

- No thank you, sir.

Come on, man,

taste the rainbow.

- Good, ain't they?

- Mmm.

Mm?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Here...

here's the "Jet"

Beauty of the Week. Fine.

- There's a sister.

- Lovely.

Says this girl's hobby

is slapboxing and archery.

Fascinating.

- Those my golf clubs?

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