The Squeeze Page #3

I'm going to take you home tonight

if you dance that way, OK baby?

Ah, Mira.

Two words. Dos palabras.

It's done. It's finished.

That's all I want to hear,

Harry. Two magic words.

More time.

Stop, I hate your face.

You're making me crazy, Harry.

I don't know what you want me to do.

This thing eats up tubes like TV dinners.

Mm-hmm.

It's giving me such a pain in the ass.

I'll tell you something.

I'll tell you what. You want it done,

you give me half the final payment.

That's all I'm asking for. Give me half of it,

and I can finish this thing.

Harry, everything is in place.

I've got the volcanoes,

I've got the primordial oozes, bubbling beautiful.

I've got the cave girls,

I've got the cannibalism.

- Harry, look at me when I talk to you!

- I can't, I'm working!

Do you know what else I've got

after nine months of work?

- What?

- I'll tell you.

I've got that, the biggest and most

expensive rear end in Manhattan.

First of all, you're the

biggest rear end in Manhattan.

Thank you.

Second of all, you want me to finish your lizard,

you've got to give me more time.

I'm not bullshitting you.

What would I bullshit you for?

I'm not going to lie to you.

Hey, Ruben, do you think I'm lying?

Look in my eyes and

tell me what you see.

Don't hold back, I can take it.

Bull. Sh*t.

By the way, your ex-wife Hilda?

She dropped off a note for you.

Whoa. I'm allergic

to paper from Hilda.

That's okay, baby.

I already read it.

She wants you to meet her

at the street festival.

Tonight.

When?

And don't stay out

too late, Harry.

The next time I see you,

I want to hear those two magic

words. "It's finished."

- You want two magic words? "More gloss."

- Don't be cute with me, Harry.

What are you standing around for, babies?

Come on, you're gaining weight.

Music!

(CARNIVAL SOUNDS)

Harry! Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Before you even say anything,

before you open your mouth,

I'm totally broke.

I have no money.

Here, you want something?

I'll tell you what.

Take my watch.

Harry.

Are you all right?

I could be better.

Okay.

Okay, what is it?

I got into this big fight with this new

roommate of mine about the rent money.

So I moved out and I left this

important package on the kitchen floor.

And now, of course, you want me to go

pick it up for you, right?

One question.

Why me?

It's got a lot of sentimental value.

You're the only one I can trust.

Uh-huh.

Besides, I wanted

to see you again.

You know, you're unbelievable.

You're unbelievable.

You walk out on me

three years ago

without any warning,

and then you put

a skip-tracer on my ass,

and you know I don't have

a dime to my name.

And now look at you, you're treating me

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