A Fine Mess

Thank you, officer. Can we taIk?
-Hi. Hi!

-How you doing? What a coincidence.
-No. No, it's no coincidence.

Your IandIady toId me
where I couId find you.

Right after you Ieft the auction house,
a woman asked for your address.

-WeII, she wants to buy your piano.
-Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I gave her your address
before I even thought about it.

-WeII, that's okay.
-WeII, I thought you'd wanna know.

That's great.
She was wearing a huge diamond.
You couId probabIy make a good deaI.

WeII, if we do, anything more than we
paid for it, you can have 1 0 per cent.

Oh, no, I couIdn't.
I just thought you'd wanna know.

WeII, that's okay. That's great.
You want something to eat?
WeII, I....
How about a Dinkie Burger
and a shake? It's on the house.

-You're kidding.
-Who's to know?

On the house?
-WeII, I was just kidding.
-What about, ''Who's to know?''

-WeII, that's just a figure of speech.
-Excuse me--

-I suggest you stay out of this.
-Look, WardeII--

-Now, you Iook.
-Mr. WardeII, I think--

-Oh, FIeckenshicker.
-It's FIecken.

-And I give you fair warning, PoweII.
-You have no idea what fair is.

-Mr. FIeckenshicker--
-That's it, you're fired!

You're a putz. You're a king-sized,
useIess putz, WardeII.

-Yeah? Turn your skates in.

I wiII when I come in
to pick up my cheque.

They better be in good shape,
or I'm gonna charge you for damage.

Have a nice evening.
He's right, putz. You're a Frecken.
NormaIIy we treat it
as a recovered stoIen auto...

...but the buIIet hoIes are enough
for us to wanna hoId it a few days.