The Orange Man

- Good afternoon, sir.

My name's Peter Walkins

and I'm going door to door

selling my crop of oranges.

They're only $2 a bushel.

They're loaded with vitamin C.

Each one is hand-picked

and carefully packed

to assure maximum

customer satisfaction.

You're not gonna find better

oranges in 200 miles of here.

And like I say, they're

only $2 a bushel.

Why don't you go

ahead and try one?

- Not interested.

- Hey, you boys like oranges?

Look at that thing.

It's a thing of beauty.

Just picked this today.

They're packed with flavor

and they're full of vitamin C.

It's good for you.

You guys are growing boys.

You need your vitamin C.

Here, why don't you try a bite?

Give that a try.

There you go.

Now take a bite.

Tell your mom and dad

how good they are.

They can come buy some from me.

Now is that good or

is that good, huh?

- Oh, gross.

- What?

You rotten little...

- Hey, you owe me a

big tip this time.

Hey, Phil.

- Morning Barb.

- Can I fill you up?

- Sure you can.

- So, have any plans

for this weekend?

- Yeah, I was thinking about

doing some huntin', fishin'.

- At Camp Buckaroo?

- No, that's too far.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh God, it's him again.

- Come again?

- That orange guy.

He creeps me out.

- Who, this guy here?

- Yeah.

- Huh.

- Hi, can I help you?

- I'm here to see the owner

of this establishment.

- He's busy.

- I can wait.

- He's here looking

for you again.

- Just tell him I'm busy.

- Dale, this is the third

time this week he's been here.

- Crazy Pete.

- I'm telling you,

he's up to no good.

Did you see how he looked at me?

Hey I didn't sign up for this.

- Barb, just calm down.

He's upset because

we're not buying oranges

from him anymore.

It's business, that's all.

- I hope so.

He's not available.

I'm sorry.

- Well.

You go ahead and tell Dale that

I left him a little present.

- Oh...

Loser.

- What a meatball.

- Barb, is that you?

Did you forget your purse again?

Barb?

Peter, we're closed.

- We're offering premium

succulent oranges

for $2 a bushel.

Each orange is hand-picked

and delicately packaged

for ultimate customer

satisfaction.

How many do you want?

- Peter, listen.

Let's talk about

this in the morning.

I know you've been trying

to get in touch with me,

but it's only business,

and I have a new supplier.

- Well there are no finer

oranges in the area.

- Let me tell you this

as politely as I can.

You've gotta leave.

- Here, you should try one.

- Take your oranges

out of my face.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- Deborah, did you

make any breakfast?

I'm late as it is.

- How many times do I

have to tell you Gerald,

if you want something

to eat, get up earlier

and make it yourself.

What do I look like,

your personal slave?

- Where you going

in such a hurry?

- In case you haven't

noticed, the computer

has another virus.

I'm taking it over to

Roger's for a tune-up.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

- Strange, it seems like

there's something wrong

with that computer

every other day.

Why don't you just

come out and say it?

- Okay, fine.

I will.

He's more of a man than

you're ever gonna be, okay?

He's caring, he's affectionate,

and he listens to me.

Now bug off Gerald.

- Morning everyone.

I realize that it's

Friday and you all

have big plans for the weekend,

but we recently

closed on the deal

with the Walkins

Family orange business.

Thank you.

It's part of a trust that

we'll be taking care of.

40 prime undeveloped

acres of land.

There's over 400

orange trees on there

that we're gonna be

clearing out of the way

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