The Impostors Page #2

Yes, sir. I make everything

myself, fresh every day.

- Oh, every day?

- Every day.

- Good day.

- Good day, sir.

- Good day.

- How do you do?

- Every single day?

- Every single day.

Well...

even these cream puffs

are fresh?

They look stale to me.

You may taste if you like.

Taste?

If I must.

I hate them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

To each his own.

There's another bakery shop

down the block...

whose wares

might be more to your liking.

Thank you for coming in.

May I help you, sir?

Yes.

Would you excuse me a moment?

I couldn't help but overhear.

Excuse me, sir...

but may I say

that your rudeness...

to this hard-working gentleman

is uncalled for?

- Please, sir.

- I beg your pardon.

No, I beg yours, sir.

This gentleman is one

of the finest pastry chefs...

on the eastern seaboard.

- Well, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Do I know you?

- Of course you do.

What's your point?

You would not know

a good cream puff...

if it jumped up and licked you

on the ass.

It's just a difference in taste.

No.

This man is clearly an imbecile.

Ah, an insult!

- I'm insulted?

- Yes!

- I'm insulted!

- Fine. Good!

Well, I am!

I'm sure you're not

as insulted as him.

- I'm not insulted.

- Oh, yes, you are!

The man works all day

to support his miserable family.

My family isn't

miserable. We're quite happy.

No, you're not!

You're miserable and pathetic.

Look at you.

Well, I...

All day working like a lackey

from rise to set...

sweating in the eye of Phoebus.

I love my work.

No, you don't!

My God, how could you?

- Are you insulting him?

- No, you are!

That's what I thought!

Oh, how it grieves me...

to see a man

living the life of a dog...

and treated worse than a dog

by a bourgeois pig!

You don't even know

this gentleman.

Oh, I know him! I knew them all!

Puppeteers. And you, the poor,

sweaty, blue-collared bumpkin...

at the end of their strings.

What a fool you are!

- I am not a fool!

- Yes, you are!

You shouldn't talk

to that gentleman this way.

You like the cream puffs.

I don't like the cream puffs.

F*** the cream puffs!

This man

is a slave and an idiot!

- Get out of here!

- What?

Get out of my shop!

I'll handle this.

You've really said quite enough.

I think we've heard

quite enough from you.

Begone!

Sir, how can I repay you?

Please. I did nothing.

I insist. You came to my aid.

Well...

perhaps a cream puff?

No, no. You don't like them.

- Well...

- I have something even better.

Two tickets

to the theater tonight...

to see the great

Jeremy Burtom as Hamlet.

Please,

take them with my gratitude.

Tickets to see Jeremy Burtom?

- That's what he gave you?

- That's correct.

Out of anything in

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