run
playback money for the mob?
- That's me. That's who I am. You were
never cut off for the rackets, Roy.
- How come?
You aren't tough enough.
Not as tough as you, ha?
-How d'ya get tha punch in the stomach?
I tripped on a chair.
-Get off the grift, Roy!
Why?
You haven't got the stomach for it.
Oh, good, Carol. Come in.
Dr. Mitchel says you can get out of here Friday.
But that you should have someone to look in
on you, so I hired Carol.
- You hired?
- You'll pay me back, I'm sure.
- Lilly, I make my own decisions for a long
time now.
-Roy, you couldn't possibly object
to a pretty young lady coming to
visit you.
-Carol!
Do you know why my mother
hired you?
Ha, yes. I'll come every afternoon
and make sure you feel...
She hired you for me to fuck.
To keep me away from bad
influences.
Isn't that right, Lilly?
It is not.
-Mrs. Dillon, perhaps I...
- Go wait in the hall! Don't go away!
-You didn't have to do that.
-I thought I did.
- So you won't take a thing from me,
is that it?
- Sex?
- I'm not offering you sex, you little punk!
- That's not what I meant.
Lilly, you're just throwing that wall flower
on me'cause you don't like Myra.
Moire is nothing!
She's less than nothing.
Why does she bug you?
-You jealous?
-Of what?
You wanna lie down with dogs?
-Then I'll pick the dog.
-Go ahead, Roy.
Thanks, mom.
That's right. I just give you your life.
What you do with it is up to you.
That's right.
Myra here. So you miss me.
Tell me how to reach you.
And I will.
Baby, I'm getting outta here today.
That's it.
Listen, let's go down to La Jolla this
afternoon. We'll hit the beach!
Have some fun, ha? Take some
time off.
Forget all this sorry stuff.
Myra!
Don't tell me. You're Addison
Sims of Seattle! And we had lunch
together in the fall of 1902?
-Myra, listen! Myra, damn it!
Listen! Myra!
Joe. How's your wiry zone? Are
hidden germs lurking in your nooks
and crannies?
Allright, this is your final warning.
You've got to settle your bill today.
Joe, don't I always pay my bills?
One way or another?
Well, this time it's just
one way.
Stop getting up nights, man.
You too could learn to dance.
All you need is a magic step.
Simple as one-two-three.
Here's your bill.
It's a lotta money, Joe.
You wouldn't have padded it?
You owe every damn cent
of that.
Maybe I could get the dough from
your wife, you suppose?
Maybe your kids would crack their
piggy banks?
You take one step towards my family...
-Don't wet your pants, for Christ's sake.
Come in, Joe!
The money!
There it is.
The automatic clutch, Joe.
It comes with a deluxe upholstery,
and the highspeed wiry zone...
Myra, please.
I've let you...
I've been very good to you.
I've let you stay here...
Can't be done, Joe.
All passangers must
pay as they enter.
No free passes or rebates.
That's a strict rule of the intercourse
commerce comission.
Oh, God!
Only one choice to a customer:
the lady, or the loot.
What's it gonna be?
The difference between a folded towel
and a clean towel is a trip to the laundry.
When you're cleaning those baths
what you do is, you pick up a towel,
and you give it a good shake and
a good look, and you say to yourself:
"Would I dry myself in one
of those towels"?
-If the answer is "yes", you fold it.
-What if it's wet?
Mr. Dillon, welcome back.
-You're looking fine, just fine.
-Thank you, Mr. Sims. I'm feeling fine.
- I'm glad you're better.
- Sickness comes to us all, Mr. Dillon.
- That's true, Mr Sims.
We never know when, we never know why,
we never know how. The only blessed thing
we know is that it'll come in the most
time, just when you've got tickets
to the World Series. And that's the way
the permanent waves.
Well...
That fellow could be a congressman.
If it's wet, you don't fold it.
You shake it and hang it neatly
on the knob provided.
-Yes, sir.
-What're you laughing at?
-Nothing.
Oh, no, nevermind, Joe.
It's just that I was