Under The Yum Yum Tree Page #3

when I moved in here.

My marriage was on the rocks

and the natural depression.

You filled my lonely hours

and made me feel like a woman.

You put zest in my life and started

all the good juices flowing in me again.

Well, there must be

a better way of putting that.

You make me sound like

a Carter's Little Liver Pill.

- Sorry.

- Lf I meant so much to you,

how come you're walking out?

Because I don't envision my future

with the man in my life

shuttling back and forth

between apartments.

- You're mad?

- I am not mad!

Come on, out!

Every poison pocket of rancor out!

- Catharsis!

- I don't need catharsis.

Hogan, it is over.

Absolutely and completely over.

So why don't you just shut up

and stop beating it into the ground?

- You're mad.

- Hi.

This is Dr. Howard,

head of the language department at school.

- Mr. Hogan, my landlord.

- Hi.

- And you're from...

- Just across the hall.

Yeah. Well, it's a very nice place

she's giving up.

Well, thank you.

I was just trying to convince her

- that she shouldn't give it up.

- Probably, it's time she had a change.

Charles, I think these things

are all ready to go.

All right. Listen, Irene, this trip

is going to fill up the car, I think.

- You don't mind making another?

- No, not at all. We got plenty of time.

- Have you got room for one more?

- Right here.

Don't bother to help, Hogan. It's all right.

- Let me get the door for you.

- Thank you very much, Mr. Hogan.

Well, goodbye.

- Just like that?

- Just like that.

Key to the apartment.

I guess that's everything.

Well...

Well, I had that made especially for you.

It's just a little favor to ask,

but would you keep it, please?

Perhaps, now and then,

when you look at it, you'll think of me.

Mr. Hogan, sir.

This bearing's gone haywire

in refrigeration unit number three,

and Miss Struman's complaining

her disposal ain't working again.

- I thought you'd like to know.

- Well, that's one of those details, Murph.

You're gonna have to take these things

off my hands.

I got other problems on my mind, you know.

It's very taxing.

- Very taxing.

- Hi, Hogey Pogey.

- Hi, lover. How are you?

- Fine. How are you?

- Good. Where was I, Murph?

- "Other problems. "

- Would you take care of them for me?

- Yes, sir.

You just save your energies.

I got the flowers. They're just beautiful.

- Thank you.

- You're just so welcome.

- But it's embarrassing, Hogey.

- Why?

I mean, you keep sending me those flowers,

and I haven't paid the rent for just months.

Well, I'll be around

one of these days to collect it.

You can go easy on that oil,

or you'll slip off the porch.

Cover up, it's peeping Tom,

the friendly landlord.

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