Golden Boy Page #3

What's he gonna do?Play the violinski

in the back yard all his life?

Siggie!

Come to bed, Siggie.

Papa, don't talk to him

so he'll come to bed.

Women, women,

always buzzing around.

Women. The less we have

to do with women, the better.

As Schopenhauer says,

"Much ado about nothing."

I'm hungry, but I ain't got the heart

to go into the kitchen again.

It reminds me how my wife slaves

for this dizzy family.

A fine future for an

intelligent woman.

Hey, she's your wife,

but she's also my daughter.

And she's not so intelligent

like you say.

Also, you are not

so intelligent too.

You can't insult me.

I'm too ignorant.

What do you want?

Siggie. Papa, why don't you let

Siggie come to bed.

I no stop...

Sure he stops me.

He stops me every night.

I'm worried. I can't sleep.

Why don't you buy Siggie a cab, Papa?

You got the cash.

It don't have to be a new one.

It don't have to be a...

Sure, even an old one.

The way they're reconditioned nowadays...

Look, kids, go to bed, will you?

Come on, Mr. Carp,

one more game.

Wait a minute. Now, don't tell a lie.

How much you got in the bank?

I got millions.

How much?

What's your business

how much he's got?

Shut up, Duchess.

Am I asking for my health?

If I wanna take you out of the kitchen

is that the gratitude I get?

You and your father,

you get my goat. I'm sore.

Come to bed, Siggie.

"Come to bed, come to bed."

What's so special in bed?

It's a conspiracy

to put me to bed.

I'm warning one thing:

If matters go from worse to worst,

don't expect me to support this family.

I'm warning.

Okay.

We have receive the

warning. Go to bed.

And who asked you to stick in your

two cents about secondhand cabs?

As long as I'm not gonna get it,

I'll tell you what I want:

A first-class job

fresh from the factory.

You've got some nerve, Siggie.

Oh!

Next time I'll break your neck.

I'm super disgusted with you.

Hey, stop...

And with you, I'm super finished.

Sit here with this unholy alliance.

I sleep alone tonight.

You hit your wife in

private, not in public.

A man hits his wife,

and it's the first step to fascism.

What are you talking about,

my little prince? I love my wife.

And as for you,

don't make believe you care.

Let me see you help us out first.

We wanna raise a family.

It's a normal instinct.

Take your hands off my wife.

That's right, Papa.

He can hit me any time he likes.

And we don't want you

interfering in our affairs

unless you do it the right way.

Into bed, Duchess.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Get out of here.

There's old remark:

"You must never interfere in the

laws of nature, and you'll be happy."

Gee, you're up late.

Yeah, waiting for you, Joe.

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