The Landlord Page #3

YOU GAVE MY LITTLE

WALTER GEE MONEY.

NOW HE'S SICK

ON CIGARETTES.

I FOUND HIM SICK

DOWN IN THE CELLAR

CHAIN-SMOKING,

SO I KNOW:

SOME CHILD MOLESTER

GAVE HIM MONEY.

WHY DO YOU:

LET HIM SMOKE?

YOU MUST KNOW:

HE COULD GET CANCER.

I'M BUSY FRYING HAIR

ALL DAY.

I CAN'T WATCH

EVERYTHING HE DOES.

WHAT? YOU'RE FRYING HAIR

IN THIS BUILDING?

I DON'T HAVE A LICENSE

FOR FRYING HAIR.

HE AIN'T GOT NO LICENSE

FOR FRYING HAIR.

FIND YOUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD

AND DO HAIR...QUEENIE.

I'M NO A HAIRDRESSER.

YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.

FANNY.

HE'S THE NEW LANDLORD.

THAT'S RIGHT.

THE NEW LANDLORD.

THE NEW LANDLORD.

OH, LORD, AIN' THIS A SHAME?

MATTER OF FACT,

I'M GLAD WE MET.

YOUR NAME IS, UH...

MRS. COPEE.

RIGHT.

MY HUSBAND'S BEEN ILL.

MRS. COPEE...

HE HAS THIS:

NERVOUS CONDITION.

HE HAS HEADACHES, TOO.

THE DOCTOR SAID:

HE SHOULD HAVE:

HIS OWN ROOM.

FOUR MONTHS' BACK RENT.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

OH, ANYTHING'S

POSSIBLE, SUGAR.

ANYWAY, WE TOOK HIM

TO THE WILLS EYE HOSPITAL

BECAUSE HE'S GO THIS TWITCH,

BUT IT WASN'T HIS EYES.

WHAT WAS IT?

IT WAS HIS NERVES.

THAT'S, UH...

THAT'S UNDERSTANDABLE,

MRS. COPEE.

IT IS?

LOOK, WHY DON'T WE

GO DOWN TO MY PLACE

SO WE CAN DISCUSS THIS

AT LENGTH?

IF YOU WISH.

PROMISE ME YOU WON' SMOKE ANYMORE.

I PROMISE.

WHAT'S THAT?

UH, BYE.

I THINK, UH...

WALTER GEE!

WALTER GEE,

YOU COME:

BACK HERE.

HEY, DUBOISE,

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

HELLO, FANNY.

COPEE IN TROUBLE

WITH THE PIGS AGAIN?

THIS AIN'T NO PIG

THIS TIME, SUGAR.

THIS IS THE NEW:

LANDLORD.

LANDLORD...

PROFESSOR DUBOISE.

PROFESSOR DUBOISE,

HOW DO YOU DO?

I SWEAR, HE THINKS

THE LORD PU WHITE PEOPLE

ON THIS EARTH:

AS A PUNISHMENT.

OF COURSE,

I DON'T HOLD

WITH NO SACRILEGIOUS

TALK LIKE THAT.

MM-HMM.

WHY DON'T YOU PUT SOME

AIR CONDITIONING IN HERE?

OH, UH...

YOU HAVE SOME:

COMPLAINTS,

MRS. COPEE?

YOU'RE SERIOUS?

UH...YEAH.

I SURE DO.

SIT.

I'LL JUST, UH...

AHEM.

NOW--

UH...WHA SPECIFIC COMPLAINTS

DO YOU HAVE, MRS. COPEE?

WELL, WE NEED A NEW

PLASTERING JOB,

A NEW PAINT JOB.

THE OVEN DOOR'S BROKE.

THE ROOF LEAKS,

THE TOILE RUNS ALL DAY,

AND YOU AWFUL CUTE

TO BE A LANDLORD.

YOU SAID THE, UH...

THE ROOF, UH... RUNS,

AND THE TOILET...

TOILET LEAKS.

MMM.

IF YOU DIDN' SWEAT SO MUCH,

NOBODY'D TAKE YOU

FOR A LANDLORD.

YOU COULD PASS:

FOR A HUMAN BEING.

THAT'S NOT A VERY NICE

THING TO SAY, MRS. COPEE,

BECAUSE I INTEND TO BE

A GOOD LANDLORD:

AS LONG AS YOU'RE HERE.

WHAT YOU MEAN,

AS LONG AS I'M HERE?

[MAN'S VOICE]

WHO'S THAT YOU GO THERE WITH YOU?

OH, IT'S

THE NEW LANDLORD.

THAT'S MY HUSBAND.

AH.

NOW, UH...

ABOUT THE RENT,

MRS. COPEE,

ARE YOU--

LANDLORD...

THESE ARROWS:

HAVE BEEN DIPPED

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