too.
- Leave me alone!
- What?
I don't need any more of
your sympathy, your charity!
Okay. Okay, fine.
I mean, I just found something...
I meet somebody in a pretty weird
predicament and I was trying to help.
But if that's the way you want it,
then so long, Ducky!
Don't shed any
tears over me, Toots!
You can wallow
in your own self pity!
Right!
Well, who needs you?
- I don't need anybody!
- Yeah, right.
Yeah.
Damn it! I can't sit here on my tail
feathers feeling sorry for myself.
I've got to think
about practical matter.
Food, shelter, a job.
Now you do know
why you were sent to me?
My continuing
streak of bad luck?
You've been sent to me because
I'm famous for finding job...
for little slackers like you.
That's right.
They send me all the psycho cases.
All the misfits.
All the phonies and
the fakers who think that...
by traipsing in here
looking outlandish...
they're not gonna
be able to find work!
It's my fault I gotta shoplift at
the little tyke section of goodwill?
I'm not talking about your clothes,
I'm talking about your face.
You think that by looking
controversial, you're never...
gonna find a job and just
go on collecting unemployment...
and living happy
on the public dough.
Well, dude, you've got
another think coming!
Because Cora Mae always
places her interviewee.
I'm gonna
find your ass a job.
That'll wipe that snarl right off
your face, little whatever you is.
In fact, I think I got
just the position for you!
I got a feeling you're gonna take
to this job like a duck to water.
Towels, lotion?
Antibiotics?
It must mating season.
Creepy little dude.
Shorty?
It's Howard, thank you,
and I'm taking a break.
Pardon me,
Your Aloneness...
but we seem to have a plugged
up airjet in number five.
- And?
- And since you are supposed...
to be the water expert I asked for,
you are going to fix it!
No!
No, no, no, wait, wait.
I got a better Idea!
Wait, wait.
I can't swim!
Kid, guess I slipped.
Don't mind me.
Oh, I leave that creepy little dude
in here to clean this place up...
How am I supposed to run
a class...
Guess I slipped.
Just came by to tell you...
I quit!
Excuse me.
Getting off. My stop.
Hi, there. How are you?
Good to see you.
Yeah, same to you!
Urban jungle!
Geez!
- What is that?
- That's a duck...
- What is that thing?
- That's a duck, man!
Forecasting our week of fair weather
for you duck hunters...
- for what reported, Steve Cannelli.
- Well, Bob...
it's time to dust off those decoys
and practice that squawking...
because duck hunting season
has officially opened.
- Duck hunting?
- The Live Wild Commission...
has actually doubled the limit
of ducks that can be shot.
Shot?
This Duck has come to America
with Duck A Roni.
No!
But if every hunter could blast
fifteen of those in the sky...
Hey, buddy, what's the rush?
This way is too depressing.
Give me a beat!
One, two, three, four!
Honey, I love you!
I love you!
I'm right here. Beverly, I'm yours
after the show. Alright.
- Here's the money for the girls.
- I'll make sure they get it.
- Yeah, I'll bet. When?
- When?
When Beaudacious Beverly stops
holding out to me.
I'm gonna invite her up
to my place tonight...
for a little
career manipulation.
I guess you must be the girls'
manager. And if you are...
I don't like the way you're talking
about Beverly.
And I want the girl's money!
- Ritchie? Would you... What is that?
- Oh, look, Ginger...
I warned you when you got into
Rock Management...
you'd be dealing with
entertainment types.
You know, different strokes
and all that?
Different life styles is one thing,
different life forms is another.
I'm not in a real good mood
tonight, Ginger.
I want the girls' money.
Now, is this gonna be easy...
- or is this gonna be trouble?
- Hey, Ritchie...
tell it to go away. I'm not up all
my barnyard languages.
Okay, Duck, out! You're gone!
You're history!
You little wise