The Stuff

Well, while you were

at the Metropolitan Opera last night,

I just happened to be walking

through your hotel room

and I dropped this in your pocket.

Huh?

Oh, shit!

Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!

- You know, Mr... Uh?

- Rutherford, Moe Rutherford.

- You know why they call me Moe?

- No, why?

'Cause every time people give me money,

I always want mo'.

- Well, you know, Mr Rutherford?

- Yes, sir?

I don't think you're quite as dumb

as you appear to be.

No one is as dumb as I appear to be.

( man chuckles )

Now, as I understand it, there is

a certified check with my name on it.

- The gentleman there.

- Ooh, this fella here?

MOE:
Oh, yes. Look at that.

Okay, yeah.

That's good enough for starters.

Asshole!

When you talk to the FBI,

would you tell them this for me?

Ugh!

- Broke his jaw.

- What the hell...?

Uh, thanks for the job, gentlemen.

Will you go up and tell your brother

to get down here?

Oh, come on! My cereals gonna get

soggy. I'll get him when I'm done.

Do as I tell you and do it now!

Maybe his alarm didn't go off.

He was up running around in the middle

of the night. No wonder he's exhausted.

( mouths )

Tell him he's not missing school.

I don't care what his excuse is.

Hi.

MOM:
There he is!

- What do you want for breakfast?

- Nothing.

I'll scramble a few over easy for you.

Well, uh, my stomach doesn't really

feel too good.

DAD:
It sure felt good

at four oclock this morning!

Listen, young man, you've missed

three days of school already.

You're not missing any more.

I don't know what your plans are today,

but you're not about

to miss any more days.

May I have some?

I've finished my cereal.

- Sure. It's good for you.

- No! Don't eat that!

There's nothing wrong with it.

I had some last night.

I'm telling you, it isn't good.

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