Consenting Adults

- Richard. Hold it. Richard.

what's the matter?

- Okay. What happened?

I'm not selling these skis to my mother.

Please. A more neon sound.

- Mr Ron. I can't be waiting at the whim...

- Remember:
to be free...

- Of your attorney.

- To soar like an eagle. To slip

the surly bonds of Earth.

- All right. Thank you.

- Right? That's the feel.

Here we go.

- The guys are tired. You know?

No. If they start losing...

- Well. If the guys are tired...

- Their chops... All right.

- It sounds that way in the ad. My dear.

- All right. They've never

let you down before. Jimmy.

- Cut!

- They've never let you down before.

- Uh. Richard. Listen.

We talked about this yesterday. And

l-I'm not getting the sound

that we. Uh. We're looking for.

Look, we're all tired, but, you know,

we might as well not be recording this...

unless we're gonna get

some punch. Now, maybe...

- My ears are clogged

or something, but, uh, it's a...

- Jimmy. We...

- We agreed on this yesterday.

- Say it. What? What? Tell me.

We've been playing a long time.

Okay? We need a lunch break.

Why don't we just get through

one track. One take...

and then give us

your notes. Okay?

- Okay, but, you know, I want... Hold it.

- We can fix it in the mix.

We can do it in the mix. But l-l-I want

to hear it in the performance too.

- How's it going?

- Just. Just surge.

- No. That's fine. I'll hold.

- I want a... Whee!

- Jimmy!

- Wha... Richard. Iook. At the risk...

It's not the fucking "Leonora Overture."

okay? It's a jingle.

Just let us get

through it once. Okay?

And then we'll have lunch

and then we'll have notes...

and then we'll fix it

in the mix. Okay?

Mom wants you

to come home right now!

She's waiting for you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

If she can stand it, I can.

Play it.

Yes, boss.

I think we should apologize

to Jimmy Schwartz tomorrow.

- Get ready. Pull.

- Sweet.

Pull.

Wish for something expensive.

- Mom.

- Mom.

- Okay.

- Goodbye. Take care of yourself.

- All right. You take care.

Say hi to your mom.

- Nice party. Mrs Parker.

- You're welcome. You're welcome.

- Thanks for coming.

- Good night.

I guess we have

new neighbours. Eh?

Hey. You mind

if I run along with you?

No. Be my guest.

Richard Parker.

Oh. Hey. Eddy Otis.

Where's your beautiful

daughter today?

She's away at school.

She comes home

every other weekend.

- Uh. Whereabouts?

- It's a couple of hours from here.

It's a school for

musically-gifted children.

- Oh. You must be very proud.

- You could say.

Let me guess. You're in

something to do with the arts.

Maybe graphics.

maybe advertising.

No. Definitely advertising.

I'm a composer.

I write jingles for ads.

How'd you guess?

I used to sell insurance.

You get a feel for stuff like that.

What do you do?

I'm not even gonna guess.

- I give financial advice.

- Oh. Like what?

- Okay. Health clubs.

- Good. Huh?

- Lousy. Trust me.

- Oh.

Home security?

- Better?

- Oh. Much better.

He said they didn't know anyone. That they

were lonely. What could I say?

- Do you need these?

- Mmm.

And this.

I know how you feel about neighbours.

but it's only drinks.

- I don't drink.

- Since when?

I thought I was getting fat.

- You didn't notice.

- What? The getting fat

or the not drinking?

...Jamaica for the weekend

scuba diving.

Anyway. On our way to the airport

to come back and move houses...

we get caught up in a riot.

I swear to God. A riot.

It was fascinating. While I'm

so busy protecting my wife...

I don't notice them

stealing all the luggage.

Hence. The outfit when we arrived.

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