:41:01
Excuse me, Mr Dobie, uh,
I-I just wanna tell ya, man, like,
I'm kinda like an artist myself.
:41:05
When I look at your stuff,
I just wanna divorce my wife.
:41:08
- I mean, like, thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
:41:21
- Can I have a white wine, please?
- Sure.
:41:25
- There you go.
- Thank you.
:41:42
- What was that?
- I wanted to touch you for good luck.
:41:47
- For me?
- No, for me.
:41:50
Maybe some of it'll rub off, um--
:41:55
Are you an artist?
:41:57
You're an artist.
I'm a painter.
:42:00
I mean, I'm trying to--
:42:02
- I'm not saying this right.
- Listen, are you making ends meet?
:42:06
Um, it's an expensive city.
:42:08
Oh, it's the only city.
:42:11
What's Fowler pay you?
Peanuts, right?
:42:15
Yeah.
:42:36
I need an assistant.
I pay room and board, give life lessons
that are priceless, plus a salary.
:42:41
You wouldn't know anybody
who needs a job, would ya?
:42:43
Oh, God!
:42:45
- What's your name? I'm Lionel Dobie.
- Hi.