My Friend Irma

would you bring a piece of good,

strong rope with you?

Because there's something else I want

to hang in the shower with the clothes.

Really, Jane? What?

You. Irma Peterson,

how could you be so stupid?

Irma. Irma, are you listening to me?

Sorry, your three minutes are up.

Al?

- AI, Jane's mad at me because...

- Quiet, Chicken.

- I'm in the midst of one of my biggest deals.

- I'm sorry.

Hello, Joe? Al. Got a problem.

Got all my dough riding on Long Beach Sal

in the fourth race.

What's the good word?

Joe, you mean I lost my dough?

But you said it was a sure thing.

You told me the horse was wired

and you had the battery fixed.

What happened? What?

The horse won,

but the jockey got electrocuted?

Murder. So long, Joe.

- What's wrong, Al, honey?

- Black Friday. All my deals backfiring.

If I didn't have such ambition,

who knows where I'd be?

- Here's your lunch, Al.

- Thanks, Chicken.

What are you doing back here again?

You just got your check this morning.

This is an emergency.

Bill, could I have an advance?

Promise you will not get another job

for a week.

- It's against the rules, Al.

- Fine thing.

Been coming here four years steady

and can't build up a credit rating.

Nothing I can do about it.

Beginning to lose my faith in my fellow man.

- Well, Al, maybe if you got a job...

- Please, Chicken, watch your language.

Only a question of time

before one of my deals comes through.

- I'm working on one now. Can't miss.

- What is it, Al?

Ripcords.

Got a chance to corner the ripcord market

and sell them to pajama manufacturers.

It's a natural. You wake up in the morning,

bale out of your pajamas.

- You like it?

- It sounds wonderful, Al...

- but gosh, I'm getting a little discouraged.

- Discouraged? Why?

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