Joe's Apartment Page #3

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-You got that?

-Yeah!

We know where you live!

We live where you live.

-What a fall!

-Leaving so soon?

-The party's just started!

-See you.

Hate to be you!

-A spare!

-You was robbed!

You was great, Ralphie.

What a couple of pansies.

Joe, are you all right?

Get back!

-Joe.

-Buddy!

-That ain't no way to treat your friends.

-My friends?

Sure! We like the way you run things here,

so we wanted to keep you around.

You can talk.

Talk? We can sing!

Garbage

Garbage

Garbage

Sorry.

The garbage in the moonlight

Gives off a lovely smell

Sipping sewage with my baby

In our little roach motel

Please, don 't tell

On an ocean trip on a garbage ship

With a cockroach I adore

We 'll take a taste of the medical waste

That washes up on shore

Oh, sweetheart, say you love me

And crawl underneath my rug

You're one in a thousand billion, baby

Oh, won 't you be my bug?

Oh, won 't you be my bug?

Please, be my bug

God, what a nightmare.

I'm up. I'm up already.

-What's that?

-I'm trying to get some shuteye here.

Morning. My name's Ralph Roach.

This is my associate, Rodney Roach.

What's happening, Joe?

Another hot and muggy, Joe?

-What are you doing on my breakfast?

-Little nosh, that's all.

-How's it hanging today?

-Word up.

How do you like the Knicks?

How many of you are there?

This apartment? Not a lot.

About 20,000, 30,000, 40,000.

Mostly family, you know.

-And you can talk?

-Sure.

We just don't talk much.

Not to people, anyhow.

No point. People smush first,

and ask questions later.

But not you, brother. You're different.

Oh, yeah?

Joe, Joe!

Let's be friends.

We just saved your life, remember?

Besides, Joe...

if those two friends of yours come back,

we might come in useful.

So, how about

a live-and-let-live philosophy here?

"Slobs of a feather swarm together."

-Makes sense to me.

-That's fair.

-What's yours is ours.

-Stereo rights?

Just warn us before you flush.

I got to get out of here.

-Where are you going?

-None of your business.

-Mind if we hang out with you?

-Yes!

-Come on!

-Don't be that way, Joey!

Can't we? Please?

-You won't even notice us.

-We'll be good.

What's up his butt?

We ought to keep an eye on him,

in case he needs our help.

-Right as usual, Ralph.

-Excellent idea, Ralph.

Ritardo's!

Come on in. The cheese is fine.

You're fired!

Here are your enlargements, sir.

You're fired!

You're fired!

-You're fired!

-You're fired!

Poor Joe. Having trouble keeping a job.

We're doing our best to help.

Guess we got to keep on trying.

-Love this guy! Breakfast?

-Don't mind if I do.

-Don't panic or nothing.

-What do you mean?

Well, it appears to me...

that one of our most dreaded

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