Dough Page #5

- God.

That old dear Mrs. Sllverman

Is after a bit more than a

sell If you know what I mean-.

You can buy the bricks

but I'm not going anywhere.

I've got five years

left on my lease.

I know you're feeling the plnch,

and It'll get worse

with the squeeze.

Is that what all

of this ls about?

All what?

What's he talking about?

Can't stand In the way

of progress, Nat.

Oh, God.

My customers are loyal to me.

What customers?

Sorry, sorry. Cheap joke.

No, you know

what's a cheap joke?

You and this place-.

- You smoke the whole time.

-That's my business.

But I ain't no drug dealer.

- Nelther are you.

- I am now.

Then you're a fool.

(screamlnq)

Please, our at is tiny.

- She will find It soon.

-Push.

Mate, my mom cleans like crazy,

she'll nd It In a day.

Push, push.

Come on, push. Push, push.

Ijust need to make enough money

so I can move out of this dump.

You don't get It, do you?

Are you gonna help

me out or not?

Guys. .-.

Are you okay?

Oh, sh*t, I think

I lost the spli'.

Hay, that was our last one.

Sh*t.

Hay, stay away

from Victor, yeah'?

You don't need

that kind of trouble.

You sticking around?

Not tonight. Early start.

This was so important you

had to Interrupt my Pllates?

Yes.

Do you think you can afford It?

I'll need a bit of time

to get the money together.

I heard that Danny left

and you got some:

Muslim boy Instead.

Yeah, yeah, Danny had to go.

One too many foresklns.

This class ls far workers,

not for talkers.

Jeln In, or please leave.

Everybody grab their balls,

please.

She's a blt strict, Isn't she?

- Wa're gonna be reaching out..-

-I'm leaving, Nat.

- Where you gonna go?

- Where old Jews go to dle.

- Israel?

- Florlda.

That shop's my nest egg.

There's nothing here for me.

- There's nothing left for me.

- One more time.

When you called,

I thought it might be

for more social reasons.

- How long untll you go?

- Well, that depends.

Listen, If I can get

the money together,

will you sell It to me Instead?

Look, Nat, why don't you

come around to my place

and we can discuss

It together?

Well... All right,

but" It won't be tomorrow.

Maybe...

-l'm lonely, Natl

I haven't been on

my own for 40 years.

I'm lonely.

Can't you get that

Into your thlck head?

Okay, class. So we're gonna

be reaching out to the sky...

...and than hunch over.

There we go.

(door knock)

- Get a move on.

Okay, okay, won't be long.

(door ope")

(door closed)

There you are. Today you bake.

No, no, don't add more our.

Just keep kneading It.

Hey, hey, hey, don't bash It.

Don't be rough,

just rm but gentle.

Then fold It over,

that's It. Look.

Like this. Now press. That's It.

Baklng's an art.

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