Lucky Numbers

- Hi, Russ.

- [Woman] Thirty.

Hey, Dottie. How are you?

- Still struggling with the diet.

- Oh, yeah?

Don't get too thin.

It's not good for you.

Eight.

[ Man ] And there you have it.

Tonight's

Pennsylvania Lottery number: 19, 47,

If you have it, come and get it.

- If not, better luck next time.

- Back to you, Dan.

- We gonna talk about this?

- Nothing to talk about, Cochise.

I told you no more loans.

Penn Fed's down the street.

This is not...

Not a loan. An advance. Stop acting

like it's coming out of your pocket.

If you didn't piss your money away,

you wouldn't need an advance.

Now, what is it this week--

racquet ball courts? Pee wee golf?

Snowmobiles. You know it.

I told you that.

Jesus Christ.

It's exhausting with you.

Snowmobiles. How's business?

When this heat wave ends,

I'm golden.

- You're the weatherman. End it.

- [Groans]

- Where the hellishe?

- CrystaI!

How many times do I have to

tell those guys about the cables?

I almost broke my fucking neck

on live television!

Yeah.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were

in the middle of a meeting.

No, it's okay.

It's okay. Calm down.

- Calm down.

- You know...

- Come with me.

- I have to leave, of course.

I talked to them about this thing.

It's never gonna happen again.

All right? Just relax.

It's not gonna happen again.

- Hi, boss.

- Hello. How you doing, Bobby?

I can't do the Olive Garden tonight.

- [ Scoffs ]

- My wife invited a few people over.

- I've gotta eat at home.

- That's just great, Dick.

No, you know what?

I am tired of this bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey.

Easy. Come on.

Remember, we got

that affiliates thing coming up.

- Uh-huh.

- Six days in Hawaii.

- Mm-hmm.

- Eating like pigs.

Christ, you got some body on you.

[ Giggles ]

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