something the matter?
such a racket i heard in your place -- maybe you had burglars.
eggs he asks me for. oranges. what you need is a good horse-whipping.
from me the doctor has no secrets. poor girl -- how could you do a thing like that?
big shot! for you, i wouldn't lift a finger -- but for her, i'll fix a little something to eat.
so where is the victim? max the knife!
nu, little lady, how are we feeling today?
here. the best thing for dizzy is a little noodle soup with chicken -- white meat -- and a glass tea.
go ahead! eat! enjoy!
you wouldn't have such a thing as a napkin, would you?
beatnik! go to my kitchen -- third drawer, under the good silver, there is napkins.
so what are you waiting for -- a singing commercial?
you must eat -- and you must get healthy -- and you must forget him. such a fine boy he seemed when he first moved in here -- clean and cut -- a regular ivy leaguer. turns out he is king farouk. mit the drinking -- mit the cha cha -- mit the no napkins. a girl like you, for the rest of your life you want to cry in your noodle soup? who needs it! you listen to me, you find yourself a nice, substantial man -- a widower maybe -- and settle down -- instead of nashing all those sleeping pills -- for what, for whom? -- for some good time charlie? sssh!
what did i tell you?
you wash 'em, you break 'em. i'll come back for them later. if he makes trouble, give me a yell.