Arthur Page #4

She's a friend, Mr. Bach?

He just said that, Chester.

You're such a schmuck.

I asked her to pick out a tie.

I was going to put it on my bill.

- You didn't pay for it?

- I forgot. I'm sorry.

Chester, what can I say?

I had no idea.

May I look at the tie?

Oh, God, that's really lovely.

- I hope you like it.

- You're really wonderful.

Not in front of

all these people, dear.

They might think you're an animal.

Mr. Bach, you understand,

it's my job.

Would you ask the lady at

the counter to put this on my bill?

I'll take care of it, Mr. Bach.

Thank you very much.

Were you scared?

Why are you smiling

at me like that?

I see.

You're a little strange...

...but cute.

How are you?

Have a nice day. Thank you very much.

I'll go to the bus stop now.

Why did you steal that tie?

I don't know.

I'm a wonderful person!

I'm serious.

I'll be with you in a minute.

He's getting on my nerves.

Will you stop smiling

at me like that?

You look like

one of Santa's helpers.

Is he with us?

My name is Arthur,

and this is Mr. Hobson.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon?

My name is Linda.

I'd like to thank you very much.

You did a nice thing.

That was an interesting kiss.

- You kiss your wife like that?

- I'm not married.

Keep smiling. 688-5549.

Don't expect big things

on the first date.

Yes, it's been a distinct

pleasure meeting you.

Arthur, we really must be going.

Thank you for

a memorable afternoon.

Usually one must go to a bowling alley

to meet a woman of your stature.

Wouldn't it be funny

if he called me?

Arthur, I see no reason

for prolonging this conversation.

Unless you're planning...

...to knock over a fruit stand

later in the evening.

Good luck in prison.

Who was the tie for?

A guy.

Look how he stopped smiling.

My father. It's his birthday.

What are you doing tomorrow night?

I don't know.

I have plans for tomorrow night.

What should I wear?

Steal something casual.

- I like him.

- Likewise, I'm sure.

I'll have Bitterman

drive you home.

You don't have to do that.

Bitterman doesn't

have to take me.

I really hardly ever

take the bus, ever.

- But it's so hard to get a cab.

- Of course.

I'm sure we know a lot

of the same people.

- Get in.

- Right.

Tell Bitterman where to take you.

And make sure...

...you give him your address

and phone number.

Take care of her, Bitterman.

Good afternoon!

You'd think they'd never

seen a car before.

Hey lady, where

did you get the car?

Could you children please

allow us our privacy?

Could I sit here until

one of my neighbors walks by?

I want someone I know

to see me get out of this.

I understand.

Here comes Mrs. Nesbit.

This should kill her.

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