:11:01
Lord, hear my plea. Destroy him.
:11:04
- He maketh a blight on the land.
- Don't listen to him. He's crazy.
:11:10
That hurt. I must make another call.
:11:39
Oops?
:11:41
Who are you? What do you want?
Why are you loitering in my hallway?
:11:46
Speak, dummy! Speak!
:11:48
- Why don't you speak?
- Scared. Can't talk.
:11:53
All right.
:11:56
Get a hold of yourself.
:11:58
Take a deep breath.
:12:01
Let it out slowly...
:12:04
And tell me, who are you?
:12:07
I'm Leo Bloom. I am an accountant.
I'm from Whitehall and Marx.
:12:12
I was sent here to do your books,
and I'm terribly sorry...
:12:15
...I caught you with the old lady.
:12:18
"Caught you with the old lady"?
:12:21
Come in, Mr. Tact.
:12:44
- So, you're an accountant?
- Yes, I am.
:12:47
Then account for yourself!
:12:49
Do you believe in God? Or gold?
:12:51
Why are you looking up old ladies' dresses?
:12:53
Bit of a pervert, eh?
:12:56
Never mind. Do the books.
:12:58
They're over there in that desk. Top drawer.