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- and you wouldn't just be a bookkeeper.

- Accountant, sir.

My word for today is "expeditious."

"To be effilcient and speedy."

All right, Anthony, let's be expeditious.

What's so important you got me up at 8:00?

Well, Mr Provolone,

with all due respect...

I've come to ask you for a raise.

Maybe my hearing ain't 20/20 no more.

What did he just ask me?

- He asked you for a raise.

- That's what I thought.

- Are you crazy?

- When you hear why-

- You believe this guy's moxie?

- He's got chutzpah, boss.

- Don't call me boss.

- Sorry, boss.

- I know this wasn't the best day, sir.

- You're telling me?

- If everything goes well today-

- Knock on wood.

- I'll be a board of director.

- I know that.

And I wouldn't bother you,

but love makes us do strange things.

What's love got to do

with the price of beer?

Breakfast is "soived."

"Served," you palooka.

I'm signing you up for elocution

lessons with Dr Poole.

If I gotta do it, you gotta do it.

All of a sudden,

he's the Duke of Ellington.

Don't forget, you got a meetin'

with the Finucci brothers at 9:30.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, kid.

I wanna sit on my atrium.

Not bad for a kid from the slums.

My wife picks all this out.

She's got an eye.

So, who is the dame

that's got me up at 8:43?

Excuse me, sir?

You said you were in love.

I assume it's a dame.

Oh, she's a wonderful girl

from a filne, wealthy family.

- And I'm gonna propose to her this morning.

- Ah, ain't love grand?

Well, you got my blessings.

Congratulations to you and your new bride.

But I can't marry her. Not unless I can give

her the kind of life that her parents did.

Well, dump her.

She sounds like a gold-digger.

Oh, no, no, sir.

She's just the opposite.

Very kind and sweet

and down-to-earth.

Well, I can see this dame's got you

wrapped around her little filnger, huh?

- Okay, how much you makin'?

- Four hundred a month.

- How much do you want to be makin'?

- Fourteen hundred a month.

You can take a few minutes

to think it over.

I have thought it over.

Get the hell off my atrium!

If big Anthony were alive

to hear this!

On the grave of my father,

I never wanted to upset you.

But you have no idea how tough it is for

two young people starting out these days.

As I was saying last night

to Mr Lipinsky.

- Lipinsky?

- Yes. Mr Myron Lipinsky.

Lucky Lipinsky the gangster? How can you

associate with such a lowlife?

He's looking for a new accountant.

His last one died in his sleep.

Oh, you don't think that bum would

shoot him while he was awake, do you?

- The cheap hood.

- He's not that cheap, sir.

Mr Lipinsky is willing to pay me

the 1,400 a month.

Oh, that back-stabbing weasel.

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