Delecatessen Page #3

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Quit sneering, or I'll whack you one!

I'll beat one with the other!

Give that back, I won't stand for it!

Nice work!

Little rugrats,

how'll we get it down?

This is a job for the Australian!

The Australian?

Stand back.

That's some tool!

The Australian is nothing without its master.

How about that!

So, Tapioca, you find a job?

No, not yet.

That's bad news, your bill's running up.

Not to mention the rent.

I'm in a bit of a fix. But I've got some good stuff.

Have a look?

Black market? You're a louse!

But take a look.

What's that?

A rat-call. That's the female cry.

It attracts males.

But there're no rats left. And that?

That is a bullshit detector.

Try it.

Try what?

Give me some bullshit. Come on!

I can't do it on cue.

"Life is beautiful."

A bullshit of a detector!

Turn it off! We can't hear a thing.

If you can't pay up, we'll have to find a way.

Fast. Otherwise you'll wind up hooked to me.

Very funny!

What about that clown? He's been around long enough.

We're edgy.

Don't care! He'll redo the ceilings.

Meanwhile, he takes root and we wither away.

I have mouths to feed.

I bet! The granny's, for instance.

Why do you mention her?

I know why.

What do you mean?

Want to pay up? Give up granny.

Tonight.

Take it easy!

She's one of ours. The rules say...

The rules...

Age limit is a rule, too.

She soon won't be good for more than marrow paste.

She's my mother-in-law!

Take Mrs Interligator,

- that's all she wants!

- Quit yelling.

- It's charity.

- Please.

Interligator needs his wife.

And he's a good tenant he pays!

The damn rich always manage.

With your debts, you've no choice. Need I insist?

It's you, Julie...

You scared me.

Counting your money again?

Yes. Tell me...

It's rare to see you here.

That's nice of you.

Like your gift?

It must've cost you.

Anything to make you happy.

You've loved candy since you were little.

But I don't like it anymore.

Let him go.

You always ask that. It's the same thing each time.

No, this time...

So it is different.

Just look at you! I see his game.

Making your head spin with

his puppy eyes, his dreams...

- There's no room for dreams!

- Stop it!

It's a tough world, and I didn't make it.

You hate my trade.

It's an art like any other!

Let him go.

And you'll go with him? You won't last 2 weeks.

And I won't lose you.

You lost me long ago!

Julie!

An underground organization?

Hi, girl.

Guess what? We'll play a game.

I scare you, you scream,

and the clown upstairs

runs down to your rescue.

Shall we start?

What's wrong?

Don't just stare!

Scream, dammit!

You come from N.E. sector

just to bug us about your Mr Whosit's troubles?

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