Hubba-hubba.
Grey!
Grey.
Grey!
Slow down! My legs are moving so fast
my pantyhose are melting.
Mrs. Arnold called. She sounded pissed.
She needs to see you tomorrow,
so I told her 2:30 pm, okay?
Fine.
Walker called. He has a dinner meeting
and probably won't come over.
But if you need to have sex,
that's what he said...
go ahead over to his place
after your dinner.
Call him and decline.
- Mr. Oxbar...
- I really have to go.
- We ain't beggars, right?
- Right.
Then what's the point
of going to find that lady again?
- Are you hungry?
- Not much.
Well, I am. There's no harm in showing
our face around her again...
to see if she'll offer another meal.
That's begging.
No, begging is asking in a pathetic fashion.
You're splitting hairs, Bill.
Hell, I'd rather sing for my supper
than sit in a parking lot.
They stink to all holy heaven.
Look, we're going to wait in the garage...
we'll look like we're doing some business,
and if she comes out...
if she feels kind, we'll take her kindness.
- And if she doesn't come out...
- We freeze our nuts off.
You don't have any nuts
to freeze off, honey.
Come on, baby. What's the matter?
This is the place. Let's go.
My lips are chapped
and I have to find my lip grease.
Women.
Now you've really killed him!
There are no broken bones,
no contusions, no abrasions.
A few lesions, not of your doing.
That wound on his forehead
is a day or two old.
I did that yesterday.
You hit him twice?
What he needs is soap...
a razor, a good meal, bed rest...
and then a good swift kick in the behind.
You're crazy to let a person like that
stay in your house.
The little girl is his daughter.
She could use a little soap, too.
This is a matter for the city...
not a single woman living alone.
I'm sure it looks worse than it is.
I appreciate your concern, but it's okay.
Sorry, I fell asleep,
seeing as how I was so extremely tired.
You'll get to go to sleep
in just a minute, okay?
- Thank you for coming up.
- Don't be silly.
This is the stuff
of 10:00 news lead stories...
but you're over 21.
I'll sleep with my door locked.
I'm in the building. I can be here
in two seconds if you need me.
- Thanks.
- Good night, dear.
This is very excellent.
I never knew pizza was so good
when it was hot.
Think Bill would want some?
I think Bill's better off resting.
His whole life is nothing
but a thousand miles of bad road.
The doctor said he's going to be fine.
Don't tell Bill he saw a doctor.
It's against his faith.
Oh, no. That's his
afraid-to-die-alone groan.
You keep eating,
and I'll go see how he is, okay?
Okay. Tell him to hold on...
and tell him to be strong
and don't leave me.
He's going to be all right.
He's not going anywhere.
It's me.
- Where am I?
- In my apartment. I hit you with my car.
Is it yesterday?
I hit you again.
- Where's my child?
- She's in the kitchen eating pizza.
Bigtime.
It's a shame we don't steal.
Your daughter's had a bath,
and I have a room ready for her.
I'd like you to at least stay the night.
- Are your folks religious people?
- Not really.
- I'm surprised.
- Why?
Because you're a saint.
There are fresh towels in the bathroom.
I'll see that your daughter gets to bed.
Thank you.
I have the apartment wired for security.
There's a man downstairs.
I need only touch a button.
I don't mean to be harsh or unkind...
but I don't know you,
and you're in my home.
Now, if you have any dishonest inklings,
I caution you that I'm no fool.
I understand, ma'am.
Ma'am...
for the record...
I'm no criminal.
Good night.
Good night.
How many people live here?
- Just me.
- Whose are all those clothes?
They're mine.
- How come your bed's so huge?
- I like a big bed.
You got an awful lot of pillow
for just one person.
Well...
How come you have so many TVs?
I must have seen three already.
How's this?
It won't be the most beautiful outfit
in the world, but I think it'll do.
How come this