I'll show them. I'm me the most mountain, nature-loving girl the Aptidute has ever seen. [Whacks a pine cone with a stick]
5, 6, 7, 8, and— [Gets hit with the pine cone]
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[Giving a possible explanation to Helga's suggested career of woodsperson] Perhaps the test results indicate that someone with your dominate aggressive personality's best suited to a solitary occupation with a physical outlet for your expressions of rage. [Helga leans forward and glares angrily at Phoebe; nervously] Or perhaps not.
Look, buddy, I told you, I don't have the money. I have to use it to pay for my mother's hip operations.
MThe Man
You little weasel, I'll give you a one week to come up with a cash, or else...
Or else what? Okay, I get the picture. You're a big man, aren't you?
[sighs] That Oskar Kokoschka, he's always get into trouble. Does he have a job or anything?
[laughs a little bit] Oskar? I don't think he's ever had a job.
[Knocks the door #5 and looks down at Ernie] Ernie, how's your demolitions business?
What do you want, Kokoschka?
What makes you think I want something? It hurts me when you say things like that.
Okay, then. Um... what is it?
Well, I just came to tell you, to tell you that I love you, buddy. Come on, give us for a hug!
That's nice, Oskar. I like you too. And, uh, a brotherly, sort of way.
Well, that's all I wanted to say.
Sorry, Oskar, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
Well, you should be more careful next time, before you go around judging people. Oh, by the way, can I borrow fifty bucks?
You're a bum, Kokoschka! A lousy bum! You'll never change.
Yeah. So how about the fifty? [Ernie slams the door at Oskar, and Oskar sadly walks away to the next door and then he knocks the door #3] Mr. Hyuhn! How's my fellow immigrant good buddy? Uh, how's it going?
You're not get any money from me! You're not good, Oskar! No good at all! [Slams the door at Oskar and makes him walk away]
[Arnold's Grandpa opens the door] Grandpa! [Arnold's Grandpa slams the door at him. And walks away] And I guess there's only one thing to do.
M2The Man #2
Okay, son, when can you start the job?
It's not for me, it's for him.
How many sick days do I get?
M2The Man #2
Him? Is he little old to be a paper boy?
He work really hard, I promise.
M2The Man #2
Everything in my bones tells me, I'm making a big mistake. But, I need carrier bad. You pick up the papers at 4am each morning: Bundle em' and deliver em' to the addresses on this route by 6am sharp.
He got the job?
M2The Man #2
[Stamps the paper] He got the job.
Thanks a lot!
How many sick days do I get? [Grabs the candy and Arnold pulls him out to leave]
[Arnold knocks on his door] What is it?
Mr. Kokoscha, it's a quarter after 4, the newspapers!
Oh, yeah. Right. Uh, listen, Arnold, I can't work today, I got sick last night.
You're sick?
Oh yeah, real sick; I got the- a Chinese stomach flu. It's really bad. Oh!
But, it's your first day on your job.
I know. Talk about bad luck.
Well, I guess I can deliver your papers today.
Oh, Arnold, that would be great. Thanks a lot.
Yeah, I hope you feel better.
Me too, but don't count on it, I'm sick like a dog. [Shuts and opens the door] Oh! Ho, ho! [Shuts the door]
Mr. Kokoscha, it's 4:30. You got newspapers to deliver.
Oh yeah. Listen, Arnold, you won't believe what happened, [Bends his back and cracks it] I threw out my back last night. Oh, ho! I can barely move. But, don't worry, I still deliver the papers.
Are you okay?
[Cracks reactively] Ooooh, hooo hooo! Yes, sure, I'll be alright. I have to do my job.
Can you work with your back like that?
[Willing to walk stiffly] Probably not. If I don't do it, how can the papers get delivered to all the good people of the city waiting for important news about world?
[Looks down] I guess I could deliver your papers today.
[Walks back to his room] Well, okay, if you insist. Oh, ho, ho, the pain! [Closes his door]
[Arnold pulls him into the hallway] Arnold, where's the fire?
Look, you wanted me to help you to get a job and I did.
Yeah, you did, good for you. I'll be right back, my beautiful Fatima!
Your first day on the job, you said you had a stomach flu. And today, you said you had a bad back!
What's your point?
My point is are you going to have another excuse tomorrow, or are you going to do your own job instead of making me do it for you?
Arnold, of course I'm going to do my job. Don't worry!
Good.
But I can't tomorrow. It's a national holiday for my old country. I forgot to tell you.
That's it! [Begins walking upstairs] I'm tired of all your excuses!
Arnold, you seem a little cranky. Maybe you should take a nap.
Look, I only helped you because you said you were desperate. You said you wanted to change. I guess I was wrong. Mr. Kokoschka, I'm sorry, but you are a huge loser!
I told ya, that Kokoscha is a Class-A bum. A Class-A bum!
He just no good!
I'm telling ya, Hyuhn, that bum would never work as a single day in his life.
No!
You wanna go watch grandma vacuum?
Yes, okay. [They walks through the door and shuts it]
So, everybody think they know me so well. Well, what do they know about Oskar? Nothing! I can do a job. Sure, I can! I'll show them. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to deliver those papers. Then they'll see.
Mr. Kokoschka? [Oskar's groaning] You didn't. Did you deliver the newspapers?
Yeah, you bet I did, Arnold, I showed you I can do a job, okay?
That's great, Mr.Kokoschka!
Maybe for you, but it almost killed me. Look, the tiny dog bit in my pants.
What's going on, Kokoschka you bum? What are you up to?
Doing his job, Mr. Pottz.
I don't believe it.
Quit kiddin' around. [Fans at Oskar]
You can't believe it, it's true... you don't think I can do a job, well I just did it. So take that to the bank, okay?
It's a miracle!
I never thought I'd see today!
I worked two whole hours and I'm exhausted, but I did it.
We're proud of you, Mr. Kokoschka.
Yeah sure, I bet you can't do it again tomorrow.
Oh yeah? Well, I show you! I'll do it tomorrow and maybe the next day.
I'll bet you ten bucks you don't, Kokoschka.
Make it twenty, put your money where your mouth is.
Twenty-one!
What do you mean twenty-one? Why don't we make it a hundred?
IIggy
Arnold, I am so sorry!
[bitterly] Oh, it's you.
IIggy
[as Arnold begins to walk away] I tried to call it off. I couldn't get through! I'm sorry!
[Arnold stops walking and shoots an unusually furious stare at him, to the sound of a discordant screech sound, before continuing on his way]
[Mocking Big Bob, bowing theatrically]
All hail the Beeper King!
IInge
Helga!
Helga, are those flowers in your hair?
[disguised as a hall monitor] Yeah, you got a problem with it?
Wow, Helga, you look just like the girl on the box of hot chocolate.
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