Bob the Butler Page #5

- Ask me later.

- Jack says he's here.

- The butler!

Now then, Robert

- Actually, my name's Bob.

- Oh, well, Bob is short for Robert.

- Isn't Rob short for Robert?

- Yes.

- So then Bob

would be short for Bobert.

- Your name is Bobert?

- No.

Just Bob.

- Okay, then.

As long as we're satisfied

with first names,

can we continue?

- Of course.

Though I don't know your name.

Is it all right if I call you

Mistress Jamieson?

- No.

That sounds rather sordid,

doesn't it?

Perhaps you could

just call me Anne.

- Anne.

- Just Anne.

- Anne.

- Yes.

Anne.

- Et bien?

- Anne.

- Mr. Tree, how many children

do you have?

- Well, I don't have any children.

- But you said in the flyer

that you would take care

of the children like your own.

- Yeah, if I had some.

Ahem.

- But you did just recently attend

the Cosmopolitan Butler School?

- Is all tidy.

- Uh, how much do I owe you?

What did he say?

- Uh, he said

he'll drop the bill off next week.

- Um - ahem - Jacques

got me a wonderful present:

A state-of-the-art toilet.

- A toilet?

What a nice gift.

[Speaking Japanese]

- My goodness, Bob,

I had no idea

that you were fluent in Japanese.

- I worked in the Asian market.

- Well, that's impressive.

- You sold stock?

- Stalks,

vegetables,

some strangely shaped fruits.

Horseshoe-shaped...

fruits.

- Uh, Bob, I would like

to go over a few specifics.

I colour-categorize my sponges.

- Hmm?

- Blue for bathroom, yellow for kitchen,

purple for general,

green for the outdoors, car included.

Please don't confuse them.

- Fine.

- No strange women in the house.

- Fine.

- No drugs. No pets.

- Fine.

- You allergic?

- They're unhygienic.

- Fine.

- So what do you think?

- He is very strange.

- So what do you think?

- He is very strange.

I don't understand

this Rob-Bob-Bobert business.

- Well, I suppose

we could always interview

other candidates.

- There are other candidates?

- No.

I hired an assistant once.

She seemed perfect,

she worked hard,

she did everything I told her to.

One lunchtime,

I saw her in the gym.

She had a shower

and then changed right back

into herworkout bra.

- I'm lost.

- I fired her on the spot,

of course.

- You fired her

because of her sweaty bra?

Do you think Bobert wears a bra?

- Oh, who knows.

But if it doesn't work out,

I'll change him.

- Okay.

- Ah... Bates!

- Sorry, Mom.

- I think you'll find

everything you need.

I'm sure it's not up

to your professional standards.

- It's...

white.

- Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry it is such a mess.

[Singing]:

I can indeed organize the world

[squeaking]

- Hey, Rascal.

Home.

We are robots!

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