The Orange Man

- Good afternoon, sir.

My name's Peter Walkins

and I'm going door to door

selling my crop of oranges.

They're only $2 a bushel.

They're loaded with vitamin C.

Each one is hand-picked

and carefully packed

to assure maximum

customer satisfaction.

You're not gonna find better

oranges in 200 miles of here.

And like I say, they're

only $2 a bushel.

Why don't you go

ahead and try one?

- Not interested.

- Hey, you boys like oranges?

Look at that thing.

It's a thing of beauty.

Just picked this today.

They're packed with flavor

and they're full of vitamin C.

It's good for you.

You guys are growing boys.

You need your vitamin C.

Here, why don't you try a bite?

Give that a try.

There you go.

Now take a bite.

Tell your mom and dad

how good they are.

They can come buy some from me.

Now is that good or

is that good, huh?

- Oh, gross.

- What?

You rotten little...

- Hey, you owe me a

big tip this time.

Hey, Phil.

- Morning Barb.

- Can I fill you up?

- Sure you can.

- So, have any plans

for this weekend?

- Yeah, I was thinking about

doing some huntin', fishin'.

- At Camp Buckaroo?

- No, that's too far.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh God, it's him again.

- Come again?

- That orange guy.

He creeps me out.

- Who, this guy here?

- Yeah.

- Huh.

- Hi, can I help you?

- I'm here to see the owner

of this establishment.

- He's busy.

- I can wait.

- He's here looking

for you again.

- Just tell him I'm busy.

- Dale, this is the third

time this week he's been here.

- Crazy Pete.

- I'm telling you,

he's up to no good.

Did you see how he looked at me?

Hey I didn't sign up for this.

- Barb, just calm down.

He's upset because

we're not buying oranges

from him anymore.

It's business, that's all.

- I hope so.

He's not available.

I'm sorry.

- Well.

You go ahead and tell Dale that

I left him a little present.

- Oh...

Loser.

- What a meatball.

- Barb, is that you?

Did you forget your purse again?

Barb?

Peter, we're closed.

- We're offering premium

succulent oranges

for $2 a bushel.

Each orange is hand-picked

and delicately packaged

for ultimate customer

satisfaction.

How many do you want?

- Peter, listen.

Let's talk about

this in the morning.

I know you've been trying

to get in touch with me,

but it's only business,

and I have a new supplier.

- Well there are no finer

oranges in the area.

- Let me tell you this

as politely as I can.

You've gotta leave.

- Here, you should try one.

- Take your oranges

out of my face.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- Deborah, did you

make any breakfast?

I'm late as it is.

- How many times do I

have to tell you Gerald,

if you want something

to eat, get up earlier

and make it yourself.

What do I look like,

your personal slave?

- Where you going

in such a hurry?

- In case you haven't

noticed, the computer

has another virus.

I'm taking it over to

Roger's for a tune-up.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

- Strange, it seems like

there's something wrong

with that computer

every other day.

Why don't you just

come out and say it?

- Okay, fine.

I will.

He's more of a man than

you're ever gonna be, okay?

He's caring, he's affectionate,

and he listens to me.

Now bug off Gerald.

- Morning everyone.

I realize that it's

Friday and you all

have big plans for the weekend,

but we recently

closed on the deal

with the Walkins

Family orange business.

Thank you.

It's part of a trust that

we'll be taking care of.

40 prime undeveloped

acres of land.

There's over 400

orange trees on there

that we're gonna be

clearing out of the way

for our development.

Let me demonstrate.

Any questions?

- Uh, yeah.

When are we lookin' to start?

- As soon as possible.

Yes, Derek?

- Wouldn't it be

easier to use dynamite?

- Dynamite?

That is so stupid.

Do you know how

expensive dynamite is?

He's an idiot.

- Good point.

Very expensive.

Susan, what are we

on in contracts?

- Well we're just

waiting to hear back.

I should have something

by the end of the day.

- Very good.

Well, that takes care of it.

Derek, I'm putting you in

charge of all the legal papers

and documents with

the Walkins family.

Got it?

- Yes sir.

- Good.

- Estimates just came in.

The second one is a bit high,

but we've done business

with him before.

- Take a look at this.

- Um, I know this

isn't the best timing,

but this also came for you.

- When is a divorce

ever good timing?

- I'm sorry Gerald.

She dropped it off this morning.

I didn't mean to ruin your day.

- That's okay.

Susan?

There's gonna be

a change of plans.

Tell Derek that I will be

making the trip personally.

Yes, I understand.

All right.

Buh-bye.

- Hello?

- Wilbur.

- Hi Gerald.

- I can barely hear you.

What are you doing?

- Uh, hey Gerald.

Just killin' some calories.

What's goin' on?

- Deborah served me

the papers today.

I knew it was coming.

Hey uh, listen.

How about getting all the guys

together tonight for a drink?

- Yeah, of course.

- How about 7:
30

at the Liquor Palace?

- You got it.

- Can I

get you another one?

- No thanks.

I'm waiting for a few friends.

- No problem.

- Hey, Gerald.

Sorry I'm late.

I got tied up in a chat room

with a couple of hot babes.

- I thought you

were seeing someone.

- Long story.

Thanks.

Enough about me.

How are you?

- I could be better.

She wants the house and the car.

- Sorry to hear.

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