Small Time Page #3

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Just what I thought.

It's a, it's a loose wire.

We'll have it done in a second.

Listen to me.

Sometimes things break down,

right?

It happens.

Right?

And we just don't

sit around and mope.

We fix them.

You're a fixer.

Now if you can

get this car to run,

you can get your wife back.

You really think so?

I know so.

Come on.

Try it now.

Try it now.

There we go!

A loose wire,

just like I thought.

Cash!

She pulls out a stack

of hundreds this thick.

Outstanding.

What'd we clear

on that car, a G?

Uh, a little less.

I had to throw

in some floor mats,

which we're out of so call

Jerry.

I'll call Jerry.

So uh, guess what I got

the kid for graduation?

I don't know.

A bond.

A bond?

Yeah, a bond.

A bond.

What?

Nothing. It's terrific.

I'm sure he'll love it.

Well, what did you get him?

Just this.

I had it engraved.

It's nice.

Is that a Rolex?

No it's not a Rolex.

Why are you

busting my stones?

Why are you

busting my stones?

Now I feel bad about

buying the kid a bond.

Don't feel bad about it.

I'm sure it'll mature

when he's 80.

He'll be able to buy

medication with it. A cane.

New teeth.

Hey, cowboy, slow down, man.

We got time.

one high school

graduation in my life.

I am not gonna be late.

Excuse me, miss?

Where's everybody going?

The graduation's over.

No it's not.

It starts at noon.

It started at nine.

Al.

What?

Come on.

I still can't believe

she lets that one drink

monkey put his hand up

her skirt.

Al, how are you?

- Hi, Chicky.

- Martini.

Where's Fred?

Where were you?

We were in the back.

Were you really here?

Would I miss my only kid's

high school graduation?

We were here, Barb.

Wasn't it wonderful

seeing him get his diploma?

It was incredible.

Well, I gotta get back

to the office, so...

I'm not rushing

out of here, Chick.

If you want to go, go.

If you want to stay,

I'll stay.

So where's Fred?

With his friends.

His graduation.

Still hustling cars

out there in the valley?

Yeah, we're in Covina.

Don't play this game, Al.

What game is that?

You're a Century City

stockbroker,

bilking old ladies out

of their piggy bank money.

First of all,

I don't bilk anyone.

Second of all,

I'm a venture capitalist,

not a stockbroker.

- You're a stockbroker.

- Al.

- You're an idiot.

- Ash, shut up.

- Nice pinky ring.

- Who are you?

- Who are you?

- What are you?

There he is.

- Dad.

- Hey. Hey, Hey.

Hey, Hey, you made it.

You made it!

Buddy boy!

Where were you guys?

I didn't see you anywhere.

- We were in the back.

- Congratulations.

- Look at that.

- Oh, thank you, Martini.

- Hm-hmm.

- Well, let's open that later.

I want a kiss.

Mmm!

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