Two for the Seesaw Page #7

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- You got one?

- I'm talking about you.

Huh? Oh, let it bleed, it dries up.

- Why?

- Never mind.

- Gittel.

- Yeah.

Is he pretty good, this Dr Kruger?

He's a cotton pusher.

He drills, pushes in cotton,

five bucks, back next week.

Next week, more cotton, five bucks,

come back next week.

You go on like that till you get mad,

then first he fills the tooth.

Why come to the Bronx to see him?

He's Mama's dentist,

who else should I go to?

It wouldn't hurt, huh?

- Hiya, Gittel.

- Hi.

Come on in, Mr Molinari.

You wanna go in ahead of me?

I'm in no hurry.

- I'm in no hurry either, thanks.

- Oh.

Jerry, this lousy tooth hasn't been

bothering me for two days now.

It's been through a lot.

I'll hold on to it. Let's go.

Front Street, in the Village.

2.98 for an icebag, a taxi downtown,

I'm costing you a fortune.

Well, I'm about to make a fortune.

You gonna go back to that bridge

and hold somebody up?

Going to see a man about a job.

Taubman. Big wheel in law circles.

- When?

- Soon as I get you bedded down.

With the icepack... temporarily.

(knocking)

Oh, for Pete's sake, you're such a square.

Why didn't you get me candy

in a satin heart box?

They don't have them

till Valentine's Day.

- Well, I'll wait.

- Ah, Gittel...

You wait. I have to put these into water.

With what these cost ya,

I hope you got the job.

- I go to work for him tomorrow.

- Gonna be a lawyer again, eh?

I can't be a lawyer here

till I pass the exams.

- I'm gonna do briefs for him.

- What does that mean?

Researching a case for precedent.

When one kook sues another kook and

the judge can't decide which is kookier,

they go back to the case

in another court in 1890.

Come on inside.

- I liked it better without sleeves.

- OK, on yours I'll leave off the sleeves.

- So is it fun doing briefs?

- It pays well.

To be two halves of an apple,

you and I...

- Somebody putting the bite on ya?

- No, but girls are expensive.

Flowers, icebags... How's your tooth?

- Fine.

- And renting lofts for them to dance in.

- You're renting me a loft already?

- Why not?

I want you to use me.

- Will you stop walking up and down?

- I'm nervous.

So am I, but this walking around

isn't helping us any.

I was just waiting to be stopped.

Like something died here, the smell!

From the furs, that's all.

Open a window, it wouldn't smell.

- Can I try one now?

- Help yourself.

If you want my candid opinion,

this is an A-1 loft.

(traffic sounds)

This is the first that's bigger than a closet,

smaller than a bowling alley.

The floor's gotta be sanded down

to dance but otherwise perfect.

- Mr Jacoby?

- Yes.

How would you

put the place in condition?

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