the matter?
Why are you crying?
Intruder alert! Trespasser!
Intruder alert!
Intruder alert! Trespasser!
Trespasser! Bad boy!
Bad dude! Bad dude!
Those things go off all the time!
Face it, Harry. They're junk.
Junk! Harry Bruckner
does not buy junk!
Now, where is your guy?
He's in there, huh?
Your storeroom.
How should I know?
Never mind.
There's other ways of finding out
who your guy is.
Probably one of your old boyfriends.
There's the one from Yokohama...
Harry!
- You have no right!
- Right!
Well, he's not here now.
But he was here today, wasn't he?
Mr. Rose-on-the-Pillow.
Let me see that.
Two-hour appointment with Dr. Palmer
this morning. House call. Right?
I knew that son of a bitch
was porking his patients. I knew it!
Goodbye, Harry.
Relax, Mr. Chapman.
You're in good hands
with Dr. Palmer.
Haven't had any complaints yet.
Have we, Darlene?
Son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
Move it! Get out of my way!
I didn't know Darlene was married.
She never told me.
Who the hell is Darlene?
- Fred Astaire tipped me off.
- What?
Joyce used to love to go dancing.
Something was up when
I saw those old records out.
- The roses in her dresser were the-
- Roses. You too?
This guy's got some line of bullshit.
How come you didn't
give it to her then?
I don't know. I'd been fooling
around with Darlene.
- I figured maybe it was only fair.
- Bullshit.
Right! Bullshit!
There. There it is. Right there.
See, I noticed she gets
these roses every Tuesday.
That's the day this joker comes by.
Personal fitness trainer.
Let's get that bastard.
Come on out here!
You have been porking my wife!
I see them moving around in there.
Come on out, little weasel!
All right.
Great! This is all I need.
You guys are robbing my house.
My wife's having an affair.
What the hell?
Go ahead.
Buddy?
Big, big buddy?
Your wife is having an affair?
"Extra anchovies. "
- Randy, what is wrong?
- Tony.
A lot of these girls you've been seeing,
they've got boyfriends, don't they?
- Of course. Husbands sometimes.
- Well, have any of them found out...
- ...and came after you or anything?
- Of course.
In Genova, a husband come
after me with a butcher knife.
We fight. We fight, and I hit him
to the ground. I bite his ear off.
He don't bother me no more.
Great.
Wilshire Motel? Extra anchovies?
No problem. Enjoy-
No, no! There's a husband out there
who wants to kill me. I wanna retire!
- Hold it!
- What?
Listen, you're exactly one romantic
interlude away from the jackpot.
- One?
- Do you have one left in you? One!
One. One, yes.
Forty-three!
Seventy-six, hike. Go!
Here you go, Mrs. Smith, Room 214.
Other side of the pool.
Thank you.
Hello?
Are you Sal?
- Yeah.
- I'm Jenny.
Oh, Randy's Jenny?
I thought you were in Santa Barbara.
Randy invited me to his parents' party.
- I thought you guys broke up.
- Well, we did but...
He's not seeing anybody else, is he?
- Seeing? No.
- He's seeing somebody else.
No, he's not! Trust me.
He's gonna die when he sees you.
Why don't you have
something to eat.
Fine. I'll...
I'll have a Pizza Loco.
Like extra anchovies on that?
No. Does anybody?
Are you kidding? Oh, yeah.
It's the hottest item all summer.
It's kind of a female thing around here.
555-8411.
Yeah, hello, look. I called earlier
to order the pizzas with extra anchovy.
- Wilshire Motel?
- Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry.
I'm gonna have to cancel that order.
Too late. It's on its way.
I'm afraid you don't understand.
You see, I don't think
I can eat the anchovies.
I'm a married woman.
For all I care, you can throw
it out the window.
You order it, you pay!
No! Hello!
Ice. Get some ice.
Hello?
Hello?
Last one.
Hey, hey, come here.
Bring the little fish. Okay.
Good, good. Come on! Come on!
Okay, okay. Look out!
Move over!
- Mommy, can I have a piece of pizza?
- Maybe later.
Somebody in there?
Hello?
Bye!
Hey, Jen. All right.
Jory. How are you?
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