Small Apartments Page #2
Motherf***er.
He's a pain in my ass.
Thank you, Killer.
Listen, could you
tell me, Killer, how your
fabulous boxing
career started?
Well, I started boxing as a kid
in my neighborhood in New York.
One day I was
sitting at home, my mother
asked me to take
the garbage out.
So I punched her
in the mouth.
Ugh.
'Cause we didn't have
a lot of money at that time,
we had to keep my mother
on as a sparring partner.
That didn't work
out too good, though.
She kept falling
out of the wheelchair.
Oh, the keys.
I can do it. You can do it.
Whoa.
The crowd was out
there, they were yelling.
I threw a left and a right. A
left and a right. A couple of...
behind the counter.
Hey!
Open the goddamn door!
Hey.
Yeah, take your
sweet-ass time, dude.
Is Tommy back there?
He's on tomorrow.
I need some smokes.
No can do. Had the cops
in here the other day.
Really?
Are you sure about that?
Simone.
That might get you
a sip off my beer,
but for $6.75 a pack,
I'm gonna have to cop a feel.
It's not my fault your
cigarettes are overpriced.
Maybe for a joint.
Okay.
But it's gonna have
to be a good squeeze.
Nice.
Hey, Artie.
Where's the Moxie?
Last case, bottom shelf.
Thanks, Artie.
That was like two seconds.
Well, it's as good as it gets.
And I need matches.
Hey, Artie. Found 'em.
Great.
Thanks, Artie.
Hey, I know you.
You live across
the building from me.
I'm going home now.
You wanna walk with me?
Okay.
I see you by your window
with your big binoculars.
Mr. Peepers.
It's okay,
my mom doesn't know.
And I don't care. It's not like
you're jerking off in front of me.
And you're not totally
disgusting for an old guy.
Really?
Thank you.
What are you, like, 50?
We're going to Vegas.
We're gonna be dancers.
Vegas?
Mmm-hmm.
Dancers.
We've been chatting with
this one guy online.
His buddy owns a few clubs.
I can't wait to
have my own money.
Hey, what are you doing at
midnight tonight, Mr. Peepers?
Uh, I don't...
Okay, tonight is
gonna be your lucky night.
gonna give you a show
that you're
never gonna forget.
Midnight.
Don't you be late.
I can't look at that face.
Have a nice day.
Oh!
Hey!
Hey!
These front lights are supposed
to be on from dusk till dawn!
I think it's broken!
What?
I said, the light,
I think it's broken!
- I think they're broken!
- I think they're broken.
Well, it can't be broken, you
idiot! I just turned the light on!
Oh, then I guess you
fixed them, so nice job!
What are you doing?
Uh... Packing.
Packing? Like,
trip packing? Like that?
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