I'm a person,
but I do drive a taxi.
It's right outside.
Can you take me
to Monroe College?
Sure thing. Hey, Dietrich,
I got a customer!
(Dietrich)
I'm coming.
[Women chattering]
Mr. Rousehorn!
(all)
Mr. Rousehorn!
Okay, let's try again now.
For the 200th time
you got to the train station
and...
And he wasn't there,
I looked everywhere.
Then where is he?
And where is
the endowment check
for the college?
Father, I haven't
the foggiest idea.
I really don't know.
Boys, you've been
through this all morning.
Now, have some breakfast.
No, no, no.
Not until I know
that Rousehorn is safe
and that check
is safe with him.
Margaret, I feel that
you don't understand.
We have no cash flow.
Without that check,
we are over, through,
finished, forget it!
Eighty-sixed, no more,
history, color it gone!
Don't help.
Oh, don't... don't you help.
Oh, my God, now,
what is it?
Well, it's the police.
See, he's dead.
Oh, I hope they found
the check.
Oh, it's all right,
darling. Everything's
going to be fine.
Come on, now.
[Police radio chattering]
Harmon, my heavens,
what happened?
Well, thank god
you're safe.
He said he was
on his way here.
So this is where
we brought him.
Oh, you need
some hot tea.
I kept the case.
[Sighing]
The check is safe.
I need a shower.
Uh, I'm sorry, sir,
but I've got to have
that blanket back.
That's a city blanket,
I signed for it.
Well, listen,
there's no need, uh,
to linger out here.
Uh, welcome to Monroe.
You are in the guest room.
(Rousehorn)
All I know is
I need a shower.
Well, you are certainly
dressed for one.
Now, tell me all about it.
How did they get
your pants off?
One leg at a time.
Of course.
Did they molest you?
Did you struggle?
I want all the details!
Only a benevolent deity
could have prevented him
from losing that check.
Now, after dinner,
he is gonna feel
so much better.
What time are the caterers
coming here?
Caterer?
The caterers
for the welcome dinner.
Here, tonight.
Rousehorn, half the faculty.
Indian food.
The Khyber Restaurant.
Don't you dare tell me!
Did you neglect...
No! No, no, no! No, no!
It's totally under control,
Dad. Everything is totally
and absolutely under control.
The catering, uh,
the chapatis,
pappadums, raita...
Ah, ha.
Got the curry, not to worry.
Bye.
[Moaning]
Look out, gentlemen, please.
Excuse me.
Coming through here!
[People chattering]
Gangway!
Coming through,
coming through,
please look out!
(Monica)
Cliff, what is it?
Catering!
Khyber Restaurant.
I forgot to do it!
I had to do it,
and I didn't do it!
I had seconds,
minutes, hours.
It's not done!
Look. Just relax,
okay?
Now, what is
the problem?
I lost Rousehorn,
I've got these term papers
to correct.
The college is on the verge
of bankruptcy,
my eyes can't focus,
my tongue tastes like
a skid mark,
I need some sleep.
Okay.
All right.
So you sleep, okay.
Edison survived on
two hours of sleep a night.
He took catnaps
in his lab.
Right.
All right.
Uh, catnaps, Edison,
two hours, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna sleep.
This is good. Sleep.
What do you think I should do
about these papers?
Give them all a "B."
That's all they
deserve anyway.
(Karen)
Hello?
Hello, Karen?
Hi, Monica, what's up?
What? He needs catering?
Arrangements?
Honey, "catering"
is my middle name.
Karen Catering Blittstein.
Sure.
I put two sisters through
gorgeous... gorgeous weddings
and I'm not talking
no cocktail franks
and miniature knishes,
neither.
Karen, shush!
Will you just
take care of it?
I'll get there
as soon as I can.
Okay, bye. I love you.
Shit.
What?
I don't have time to cook.
I'm gonna have to
improvise something.
This is
refreshing medication.
[Laughs]
Now, then,
that Harold Robbins Chair.
It's... lt's quite
an endowment, huh?
More than a penny
and less than
the national debt.
[Laughs]
Now, then, uh, like,
what amount are we