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much as I imagined it to be.
Aside from this rattan piece,
which seems oddly out of place.
Please, sit down.
Newman, um,
I wanted to talk to you about something.
This isn't about my opening your mail?
- What?
Because I don't, never have,
anything I read was already open.
Uh... no.
Newman, I heard that you found a fur coat in a tree.
And, I believe that it belongs to a friend of mine,
and I'd like to give it back to him.
Sorry. Climbers, keepers.
You know, Newmie--
I know how you feel about me,
and I have to tell you, I'm quite flattered.
You are?
Oh, yeah.
I mean, of all the men that I know, you're the only one
who's held down a steady job for several years.
Well, it's--
it's interesting work, I don't mind it.
Don't you have a boyfriend?
A burly, athletic type?
Cool?
- Very cool.
So, what do you say?
Can you do this one little favor, Newmie?
Oh, how I've waited for this moment.
But alas, my heart belongs to another man's wife,
and I have given the coat to her.
All right, we're done here.
For I am in love with Svetlana,
and I don't care if the whole world knows.
Except for Silvio,
who would throw me out of the apartment,
where I would be dancing on the sidewalk--
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Nice carryall.
It's European.
Do you still have my lipstick?
Uh, yeah, I think I do.
I can never find anything in here.
Ah, here it is.
- Thanks.
So, that Joe Mayo
throws the worst parties, doesn't he?
What was your job?
My job was to keep you away from the music.
What, he doesn't like my taste in music?
Guess not.
You should've been there last year.
I got jiggy with it!
Kramer! It's Silvio!
Open up, I need to talk to you!
I can see you through the reverse peephole.
Hey, Silvio!
Look at this.
- Huh?
Svetlana says she find it in the laundry room,
but I think it is a gift
from that postman agitator. Where is he?
Relax, Silvio.
No, that's it.
You're both out of the building!
Oh, come on!
Hey, Newman didn't even give her that!
No, that's not even a woman's coat.
It's a man's!
A man's?
- Yeah.
What kind of a man would wear fur?
Oh, lots of 'em.
Would you?
No.
Then who?
What about Jerry?
Jerry?
Yeah, sure, he's a celebrity.
They wear a lot of furs.
They're desperate, insecure people.
Yes, you are right.
It's all about "me, me, me".
"Please, look at me!
I am so pretty! Love me! Want me!"
Something like that.
I have to do what?
All you have to do is wear the fur,
so Silvio thinks it's yours.
I'm not wearing the fur.
Well, then, Newman and I,
we get thrown out of the building.
Is that right?
All right.
Why don't you just take a good, hard look at
what your life will be like if I'm not around?
Newman, too?
Oh, come on, man!
I'll tell you what, if you do this,
I'll give you that walkman you're always asking about.
That's my walkman!
And you'll get it back.
All right.
- All right. Good, thanks, I owe you one.
Hey.
Oh, hey, and by the way--
that walkman was broke when you gave it to me.
George, did you get that chair yet?
It gets here when it gets here.
Would you stop riding me?
You know what?
Just call up and cancel it. I'm out.
Excuse me?
Joe Mayo doesn't like my taste in music.
He's not getting a gift from me.
Oh, I can't believe you're dropping out, too.
So now Kramer and I have to pay for the entire gift?
Whoa, whoa. Now, who's this Joe Mayo
everyone's talking about?
He's the guy we're the buying the chair for,
remember? It was your suggestion.
I think the chair is a fantastic gift idea.
But I never heard of this Joe Mayo.
And frankly, it sounds made up.
Oh, so now I have to buy the whole chair by myself?
No, you don't have to buy anything.
I already bought it!
I've been lying to you for three days,
and now you're all screwing me!
I don't understand.
Why didn't you tell us you had it?
I needed it!
My back is... a little tweaked.
Because of your giant wallet.
Just get rid of it!
Never! It is a part of me.
I will
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