worried about Baby.
Oh, he's no trouble at all.
He's a perfect gentleman.
- Leave him with me any time you want.
- Don't worry, I will.
They spoil him awfully.
I want him to have every advantage
I was denied as a young dog.
Well, here are your keys, Mr. Keese.
Let's dig into this stuff
before the sauce turns into penicillin.
Why don't you look for Ramona.
- Me?
- Finders keepers, Earl. After all...
...I know what goes on out here
in the suburbs.
That's why we moved here.
Oh, Vic.
- What do you think, Earl?
- Don't do that. You are outrageous.
Too bad about Vic's truck, Earl.
Well, I was just pushing it
into my garage...
...to hide it from him, you know,
kind of a joke.
- It was an accident.
- It could happen to anybody.
I think 1500 should take care of it.
Fifteen hundred? Dollars?
It was just a joke. I mean, I'm sure
your insurance will cover most of it...
...and I'll pay the deductible.
What is it, 100 or so?
For the truck.
Keeping me quiet is a little extra.
I don't believe it.
You're blackmailing me.
Hey, what are neighbours for?
Oh, make it cash.
Hey, come on in, buddy.
Help yourself.
Well, here we all are.
To Vic and Ramona.
For bringing a breath of fresh air
to our neighbourhood.
May we have many, many years
of your lovely company.
Do they have any country fairs here?
Where they do things like see
which bull has the biggest balls?
This isn't really country. It's more
a suburban bedroom community.
The locals are in service trades.
They're not farmers.
Maybe we can measure their balls.
Or we could start with yours,
if you like.
Good, is it?
- Delicious.
- I must call Caesar's...
...and compliment the chef.
Tell me, were they crowded
this evening?
- What?
- Caesar's.
Friday night, the only place in town.
Bet they were turning them away
in droves.
Okay, you probably
called the place...
...and found out they're not open
for business yet, right?
Right.
So does that make me a liar?
Maybe I got there,
saw the place was closed...
...and went somewhere else
to pick up the food.
Where? Everything's shut at this hour.
Everything.
- And the wine?
- What's the matter?
Vic brings a wonderful dinner
and you give him the third degree.
I don't mind.
There's no mystery about it.
You know Valley Field Mall on Route 3?
Across from the Cinema Cineplex?
There's a small spaghetti and wine
dealership there.
Next to the Singer Sewing Centre.
That's where you got it?
That's right.
Well, to begin with,
Valley Field Mall is closed.
When it was open, it was
on Route 15, not Route 3.
And there can't be
a small spaghetti dealership...
...next to the Singer Centre
across from the cineplex...
...because there is no cineplex
and there is no Singer Sewing Centre.
All right, I can deceive you no longer.
Yes, yes, yes, I admit it.
It was me who prepared this meal...
...to share on our
first night together as neighbours.
This was my crime. Mixing up
a special batch of my Aunt Minota's...
...secret, sacred spaghetti sauce.
Sorry I messed up your evening. Right?
Right.
In light of Earl's feelings,
I think it would be best if we left.
Oh, no, no. Sit down, sit down.
Let's finish this magnificent meal.
Don't worry about Earl.
He'll get over his feelings.
- He spurned my sauce.
- No, he loves your sauce.
He's just jealous, he can't cook.
Earl, isn't it your turn
to do a little confessing?
- What?
- Vic's been man enough to admit...
...he was the one who cooked supper.
You've got nothing to say?
I don't think that'll be necessary.
We do have an agreement, don't we?
I'm talking about what you did outside.
Yes, Ramona. I know and I accept
the figures you mentioned.
"Figures," Earl? What "figures"?
Just a little arrangement
I have with Ramona.
What sort of arrangement?
Oh, boy.
We're waiting.
Or do I have to pound it out of you?
Don't speak to me like that
in my own house.
- Why would I?
- You just did.
- It's just a something a