it?
Catering!
Khyber Restaurant.
I forgot to do it!
I had to do it,
and I didn't do it!
I had seconds, minutes,
hours. It's not done!
Look. Just relax,
okay?
Now, what is
the problem?
I lost Rousehorn, I've got
these term papers to correct.
The college is on the verge
of bankruptcy,
my eyes can't focus,
my tongue tastes like
a skid mark,
I need some sleep.
Okay.
All right.
So you sleep, okay.
Edison survived on
two hours of sleep a night.
He took catnaps
in his lab.
Right.
All right.
Uh, catnaps, Edison,
two hours, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna sleep.
This is good. Sleep.
What do you think I should do
about these papers?
Give them all a "B."
That's all they
deserve anyway.
Hello?
Hello, Karen?
Hi, Monica, what's up?
What? He needs catering?
Arrangements?
Honey, "catering"
is my middle name.
Karen Catering Blittstein.
Sure.
I put two sisters through
gorgeous... gorgeous weddings
and I'm not talking
no cocktail franks
and miniature knishes,
neither.
Karen, shush!
Will you just
take care of it?
I'll get there
as soon as I can.
Okay, bye. I love you.
Shit.
What?
I don't have time to cook.
I'm gonna have to
improvise something.
This is
refreshing medication.
Now, then,
that Harold Robbins Chair.
It's... It's quite
an endowment, huh?
More than a penny
and less than
the national debt.
Now, then, uh, like,
what amount are we talking?
I mean, I don't mean for you
to be specific...
I mean, just, generally,
in round numbers
what amount are we
talking about?
Just about?
For that, Arthur, you'll have
to wait until tomorrow.
I wanna treasure the look
on everyone's face
when our corporate generosity
is made public.
Absolutely.
I couldn't agree more.
Oh, help, help.
Oh, I'm buried alive.
Let me out.
Hello?
Cliff, where are you?
It's 7:30.
What time is it?
7:30.
It is?
Yes.
I'm coming.
I'll be right there. I'm gone.
Hurry up.
I had no idea...
Son. Uh... Uh, son, before you
change your clothes...
Skridlow.
Hello, Fulsom.
How are you?
That boy just
work, work, work.
Harmon, you don't know my son,
Clifford, do you?
He's one of the bright stars
of our English Department.
We've met.
Not on time, but we've met.
This morning, Father,
remember?
I- I'm so sorry about
last night, Harmon,
um, Mr. Rousehorn,
for missing your train...
It's in the past.
It is totally
forgotten and forgiven.
Let's just say
it's in the past.
Oh, I just know this is
gonna be a lively evening.
Oh, Clifford,
those girls are wonderful.
You certainly have
everything under control.
Girls?
I think I'll take
the red caviar
and put it in
the round plate.
You think they'll
like that, honey?
W- What's going on here?
What's this?
Do you have any idea
how college faculty members
Eat on what we get paid?
A free meal is like honey
to a bear to these people.
They'll wanna eat enough
to hibernate on.
They're animals.
L... I mean, where'll we get
enough Indian food
to feed all of them?
Swami Diavolo's
finger-lickin'
Hindu fried chicken,
my friend Skridlow.
The rest, as my people say,
is up to karma.
Don't worry, Cliffie.
Jesus Christ, Karen,
you said this was curry.
This is not curry.
Thelma, it will be.
Will you calm down?
Cliff, go upstairs
and shower and change
and put something on
that's nice.
Look a little GQ,
would you?
Monica, go outside and schmooze
with the people. Right, sarge.
Okay. Thelma, come here.
I'm gonna show you.
Take the o-olive
and the pimento,
make happy faces, okay?
I like that.
Good. Okay, here we go.
Of course, that was in the
Herbert Hoover Administration
which in some ways is similar
to what we have today.
Oh, Margaret, I fail to see
any similarity at all.
She's just kidding, Henry.
She's a real kidder.
And I was reduced
to my underwear.
It's been downhill
ever since.
Oh, my goodness.
You know, you look
very tired, Mr. Rousehorn.
You know, wealth and power
have a way of robbing
a