The Stooge Page #3

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Excuse me.

Well...

...you got everything.

That saves me a lot of trouble.

Yeah, my mother makes

my lunch every morning,

so l don't ruin my stomach

in these sloppy hash houses.

Don't you touch me,

l got friends on the force!

Thank you.

l don't use pepper.

Sugar?

Oh, thank you. l beg your pardon.

Cream or lemon?

Oh, l always use cream.

- Cream.

- But don't bother. l brung my own.

l'm just trying to be helpful.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

That sandwich.

Wouldn't you like me

to toast it for you?

Oh, would you?

That's it!

Oh, you broke the whole hand!

You deformed me!

Now, l won't be able to play

with the other children!

What are you yapping about?

You still got four fingers left.

Yeah, but when l grow up,

l might want to play the piano, maybe.

You're running a very

unsanitary establishment.

You can rest assured, l'm going to

report you to the Board of Health!

Ted! l've been looking

all over for you!

Mr. Robertson wants to see you

right away. Come on.

Why didn't you find me sooner?

l'm never coming back here again!

You just lost a customer!

Oh, Ted, here's that

phonograph handle you wanted.

Oh, thanks, Duzik. l'll give you the

money for it on payday. Miss Reagan...

Hurry up. You're three minutes

past your half-hour.

- Yeah, but Miss Reagan...

- Ted!

l'm sorry, Mr. Robertson.

l'll give you the money for it on payday.

Careful, Ted, don't cut

your throat on my time.

Mr. Robertson, it was an accident!

l didn't mean to do it.

l had Duzik's phonograph handle

and l was just gonna knock

on the door, that's all.

- Come in, boy.

- Don't pick on a little guy.

lt's all right, don't get excited.

Sit down, son.

- Me?

- Yes, sit down.

Well, Bill, there's your man.

Hit where there's padding.

Hit where there's padding!

- Come on, kid.

- What do l do?

Just go right ahead with him,

that's all.

- Oh, l'm sorry, sir.

- Grab those, huh, kid?

- You want l should go with him?

- More than anything in the world.

l'm sorry, Mr. Robertson.

l'll pay you for that on payday.

He sings too, huh?

Good luck, Mr. Miller.

Hello, sweetie.

Myrtle Theatre, Brooklyn.

How are you, sweetheart?

You wouldn't mind telling me

where you were the last hour?

l was working, doll.

l was getting some new jokes.

- l'll bet.

- From Al Borden.

Why don't you marry him?

- That's not funny.

- Neither are his jokes.

Mary. Mary...

- ...l'm sorry.

- That's very nice of you.

Well, l am. You know how

important this is to me.

Well, l'm pretty fed up.

Ever since the day we were married,

all l've heard is Al Borden

and his jokes and the act.

That's a fine way to talk.

You know l'm trying to make good.

All right, then, let's not talk.

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