Mr. Popper's Penguins Page #3

(ALARM CLOCK BEEPlNG)

(SlGHS)

Monday! Thank God !

Ah !

My souvenir.

lt's too big for a snow globe,

too small for a yurt.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, wow!

A stuffed penguin,

for the man who has everything.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you, Daddy.

(SlGHS)

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

Sergeant Pipper.

Yeah, l know. l'm late.

Van Gundy's at the Tavern already?

Yes, l know how important she is.

Okay. Stall her.

l'll be there in 1 5 minutes.

l don't know. Tell her l was poisoned

by a porcupine or punched by a pedestrian.

What do l pay you for?

(PENGUlN HONKS)

(HONKS)

l'll call you back.

lt's a live penguin.

He sent me a live penguin.

(CHlRPlNG SOFTLY)

(SHUSHlNG)

(COOlNG)

-Hi, live penguin.

-(SQUAWKS)

(DEFECATlNG)

As soon as l get home,

you're going back where you came from.

See this? Made in ltaly. Not for pecking.

Frette towels, also not for penguins.

Other than that, don't touch anything.

Pippi, hang on.

Coming now!

(GROANS)

No time for pain.

Mr. Popper. Phew!

Punctuality is a priority

for this particular person.

Don't sweat it, Pip.

l'll start scratching this old gal

behind the ears,

pretty soon she will be curled up in my lap

purring like a kitty cat.

(PURRlNG)

Right behind me?

Mrs. Van Gundy.

Pleasure to meet you. Thom Popper.

Mr. Popper.

l'm afraid l can only offer you 1 0 minutes.

You're extremely late.

That's all l need.

-This is Tito and Freddy, our kitchen staff.

-Hi.

And Klaus, he's our handyman.

And this is our chef, Arnold.

His kind of cooking never goes out of style.

Do you like kidney pie?

Are you kidding me? l love it.

ln fact, l'm a donor.

(LAUGHlNG)

l filled out the card and. . .

No, l've never actually had that,

but l would love to try it.

Let's have a seat.

MAN:
All right, guys. Back to work.

l wonder if we could sit

more in the center of the room.

l want to get a real sense of the space.

(COOlNG)

You have a very unusual name, Mr. Popper.

And l never forget one.

This restaurant has been in my family

for three generations.

My grandmother served coq au vin

for Winston Churchill.

And my father poured champagne

for Fred Astaire.

My mother made a BL for Kareem Abdul-Jabbar once.

She said he was

surprisingly down-to-earth,

which is ironic, considering how tall he is.

Fascinating.

But l can't sell this place to just anyone.

l mean,

l consider the staff to be family, too.

Nothing is more important

than family to me. Nothing.

Are you married?

Not presently.

Any children?

Two. And we have the most magical

alternate weekends together.

Tell me about your father.

My father?

Uh. . .

What can l say?

A father is a father.

And he was no different.

You were close?

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