Big Trouble Page #6

that horrible apartment.

It's unavailable.

I live there.

Can I borrow this?

I'm totally into

The Seminal Fluids.

Arthur threw mine out

at the carwash.

He doesn't think it's music

unless somebody's

playing an accordion.

I'll drive.

I say we blame

the whole evening

on rap music and too much

violence on television.

You could yell at me if it'd

make you feel more dad-like.

I don't want

to yell at you.

Why don't we talk?

You and I -

let's just talk.

Come on.

Okay. mom wanted me

to remind you

that the alimony check

is due monday.

See?

That wasn't so hard.

Look, Matt -

Dad, I messed up tonight.

Everybody messes up.

You know that

better than anybody.

So all I'm saying is

I don't think I need

any fatherly advice from you

about how to live my life

when you're not doing

such a hot job living yours.

Hey, we're talking.

Okay.

Now it's my turn.

Up yours,

you little shithead.

Your turn.

Puggy.

I bring you some lunch.

Listen... I love you.

You see?

You see the difference?

You ask a guy

what he wants -

tits or an ugly fish -

see what he tells you.

- Probably...

- Tits! I gotta boogie.

Hey, she should

be leaning over

for maximum exposure.

maximum exposure...

Anna; Maximum exposure?

That's advertising

terminology.

Oh, I see.

T o what do I owe

this pleasure?

Uh, did you happen to lose

a pair of reading glasses

last night?

I don't wear glasses.

Oh, well, then, I guess I

made the trip for nothing.

Nonsense. I'll need them one day

- not right this minute.

Well, things change.

I'll need them.

Um, hey, could I offer you

some coffee?

That would be wonderful.

It's more of a dare

than an offer, actually.

Did the police

find anything?

Well,

after meeting Arthur,

they figure

I'm the primary suspect.

So...

How do you, uh...

like it?

Oh, light and... sweet.

I forgot my jacket.

Got room for a third?

No harm in asking.

I hope

I didn't hurt you.

No, no, that's -

Didn't know I was, um -

well, we should go.

Let's - let's, uh...

Yeah.

It's probably a good idea.

You should go.

Eliot:
Later that day,

Arthur Herk stopped by to have

a friendly chat with his boss.

morning, douche bag.

Arthur?

Jesus. What happened

to your hair?

It's a wig, you moron.

Don't act stupid.

I know you know

what's going on.

Those dickwads upstairs

are trying to have me whacked!

Hey, hey, first of all, those

decisions are made way over my head.

And secondly, you stole money

from them, Arthur!

What do you expect them

to do?!

Look, b*tch, you take that express

elevator upstairs to the top floor,

and you tell those sugar-cane-sucking

scumbags to lay off,

or I'm gonna blow the lid

on this whole operation!

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