The Bookstore

So, what's the deal with politics? I don't get it. Am I right, people?

They can put it anywhere they want. No one's meeting anybody.

Yes. The city needs more slow moving wicker vehicles.

Forgot his first name.

Maybe. All over your face.

Hi. I'm miserable.

If it wasn't for the toilet, there would be no books.

Yeah, I understand Gutenberg used to spend a fair amount of time in there.

All right, Leo. Sticking it to the man.

Cocktail flu.

Oh, the drunken make-out. An office classic.

Did you end up Xeroxing anything?

Hey, me too. / Yeah, me too.

As opposed to a spirited bout of skanko Roman wrestling.

No, you're not. / No, he doesn't. / Yes, it can.

My, isn't this an awkward moment?

Why not just strap something to them?

Now, that's the first sensible idea I've heard all day.

But I'm not.

You still say hello.

Who, criminals? / Senior citizens. No big deal.

I'm an old man. I'm confused. I thought I paid for it. What's my name? Could you take me home?

Will somebody answer that damn phone.

Now, I don't care where you're from, or how you got here, or what happened to your homes, but you will have to be physically fit.

or a shirt.

You know, I once knew a horse named Rusty. No offense.

I'll take the job. Potato salad.

It's been in the bathroom. / It says that on the computer?

5150. That's just a scare, right?

Jerry, you ratted me out.

It was a crime of passion. Leave it alone.

Batteries. Well, they wear out so quick. / Sometimes your father forgets, so, I have to steal them.

Well, you know, 85 percent of all homeless-rickshaw businesses fail within the first three months.

Like his bag of cans, or his other bag of cans.

To the idiot-mobile.

Tina Turner?

Anyone betrays me, I never forget.

You know, I could let it go for say a hundred and twenty-five.

Biohazard, coming through. Clear. Clear.

Well, aren't you something?

Who among us hasn't snuck into the break room to nibble on a love newton?

Smack. White palace. The Chinamen's nightcap.

That wasn't Zach. That was the yam-yam.

Better bring a poncho.

Away from the curtains. Away. Use your bucket.

I mean, after all, it is a conveyance.

One spot, two spot, zigzag, tear, pop-dye, penny got, tennyum, tear, harum-scarum, rip them, tear them, te, ta, toe.

Smooth it out up there. Too much jostling.

It's DeMornay. Rebecca DeMornay.

It's bad enough that we have some nut out there trying to strap them to a rickshaw.

You get your toilet book out of here and I won't jump over this counter and punch you in the brain.

You're better at fake relationships than real ones. / Yeah. I even got an idea out of it. The detox poncho.

Well, don't tarry, I'm behind schedule as it is.

You defile one book, steal another, ask for your money back and to you that's even.

That's why we stopped carrying batteries.

Oh, Jerry!