Small Time Page #4

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Here you go, Fred.

Congratulations.

It's from your mother and me.

Whoa!

It's a Julian Jacquard,

the finest watch in the world.

Oh, it's unreal.

It's what a Rolex

wants to be when it grows up.

Eh?

Yeah.

Thanks, mom.

Well, it was Chick's idea.

I thought it was

a little much.

He deserves it.

He did great.

- You did great, Fred.

- Thanks.

Could you take a picture

of the three of us?

Uh, which three?

Yeah.

All right, big smiles everybody.

Come on, Chicky, smile.

Don't act like you have

a pinecone up your ass.

Just take the picture

all right?

There you go.

There you go.

Al?

Would you like a photo?

Yeah, that would be great.

- Hey, Martini.

- What?

- Get in here.

- What, you sure?

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, come on.

Yeah, you and me.

- What's this?

- Try it on.

Let me wear that.

All right.

You uh, you been laid yet?

I think so.

What does that mean?

- I don't know.

- Oh, you'll know.

Smile!

Rabbi Mendelsohn,

how are you?

Oh, our mistake.

A shaygetz who eats

creamed herring.

What's the world coming to?

Well, that's what they

feed them on the farm.

Can you be Amish and Jewish?

I don't know.

Anyway, judgment

came up on the TRW.

Lou's not gonna do the deal

unless he can slice

20 percent off the top.

- He's nuts.

- What'd you do?

It's the only game in town.

I took the deal.

You have a vagina, right?

She's at her mother's.

Nice!

Hey, Martini,

what's with quiet boy over here?

He's fine.

- Cheeseburger to go, please.

- Hey, easy.

Go shoot up yourself, Lennie.

With what?

I'll bring you a bologna.

It might be big enough.

And pour some

coleslaw on that.

A bologna and coleslaw

for the a**holes.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Freddy's not back yet, Al.

Yeah, I'm not, I'm not

looking for Freddy.

Is everything all right?

You sure looked

pretty today, Barb.

Thank you, Al.

Let's have dinner tonight.

Mr. Klein,

I am Mrs. Barnett.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, we'll go downtown.

I'll break out my silk shirt,

you put on your high heels,

we'll have a great time.

Well, that's a hell of an offer,

but Chick really

hates it when I date.

It's no date.

Come on.

My son just

graduated high school.

We need to talk

about his future.

Look, my other line

is ringing.

So let it ring.

I have to go.

If it's important,

they'll call back.

Why are you

doing this to me?

Why did you call, Al?

Does Chick still tell you

how pretty you look?

I'm sorry, Barb.

I shouldn't have called.

It was a dumb... idea.

Freddy?

Freddy?

Hey, dad.

Graduate.

Hey, I'm glad you're here.

What's up?

Uh, I wanted to talk to you

about something.

Anything wrong?

I don't want

to go to Cal Poly.

Okay.

Where do you want to go?

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