Mannequin Page #3

-No, I was rehearsing a play.

-I always find it best not to explain.

It adds a certain mystique

to one's reputation.

No. I'm a regular kind of guy, okay?

Don't disappoint me.

When you're finished your conversation...

...bring her to window number 3.

-Sure. You got it. I'm Jonathan Switcher.

-Hollywood.

Hollywood Montrose. Doesn't it just sing?

It sings, yeah.

I'm a window dresser here.

We're going to have fun.

I am so glad you're working here.

-You are?

-Why, of course I am, honey.

I never thought they'd hire

anyone stranger than me.

Hello?

Halt!

-Identify yourself.

-Jonathan Switcher, new stock boy.

Yeah.

Mr. Richards told me all about you.

I am Capt. Felix Maxwell,

night security commander.

It's my responsibility

to secure the perimeter here...

...at Prince and Company.

I didn't know there was danger of invasion.

There's no danger,

as long as me and Rambo are on patrol.

-Rambo?

-Yeah.

I call him that because he likes to draw...

...first blood.

Just what is your assignment

here tonight, boy?

I'm helping Hollywood with the window.

The little Mary has an assistant now?

-Where do you people come from?

-Ohio.

Ohio?

You mean they got them in Ohio?

So, you like your new assignment?

Could have been worse.

Could have put me on with a bigoted jerk.

Hold it there, boy!

Did you have anybody particular in mind?

You think he meant anybody

in particular, Rambo?

Don't let Felix get to you.

He just has a bad case of Miami Vice.

I gotta go, okay?

I promised my girlfriend

I was gonna take her out tonight.

What happened? What did I say?

Albert left me, that b*tch.

He said my thighs are too fat.

-Do my thighs look too fat to you?

-No.

You didn't look!

I don't know about men's thighs.

They look fine to me. They really do.

Thank you.

Albert called me "cellulite city."

Maybe he's right.

Maybe I should have my hips lifted.

No! If you want to lose weight, just diet.

Diets are no use.

It's those jelly doughnuts.

They call to me in the middle of the night:

"Hollywood. Come and get me."

I can't stay away from them.

-It's like you and women's dressing rooms.

-No, that was a misunderstanding.

Have any of your friends

ever been vacuumed out?

I heard those doctors in Beverly Hills...

...they just open you up

and suck those fat cells out of there.

It sounds nice.

I wonder if you could do it yourself,

with a vacuum cleaner or something.

Albert's been off work for an hour now.

There's just no telling

what he's gotten himself into.

Take it easy, okay? Just go home

and get yourself some rest. You'll be fine.

An artiste does not leave

his work unfinished.

No, it looks fine to me.

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