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I noticed you been eating a lot of oatmeal lately.

Yeah, it's nutritious,

filling, and the extra fiber

helps keep the intestinal train running on time.

Mmm.

Well, I hope today we're near a gas station

when the Mike Biggs choo-choo comes clickety-clacking through town.

squeezing into that construction site porta-potty

would not have been my first choice either.

I will say that's the fastest

I've ever seen you go over a fence.

30 seconds later, you would've seen me go through a fence.

If I cannot pay my rent, I will have no place to live!

You are killing me!

- Samuel? - What?!

Could I get just a smidge more Brown sugar for my oatmeal?

Abe has promised me a raise every month for two years.

But do I ever see an extra dollar in my paycheck?

No, I do not!

That's rough.

Could you also grab me a handful of raisins?

Hang on, Mike. I think we got a brother in distress here.

I guess we know which one of you

will be the first to make detective.

Carl, stay out of it.

What's the problem, man?

The landlord has increased my rent,

and I'm going to be evicted

if I don't get the raise I was promised!

You need me to have a word with your boss?

Carl...

What? I can talk to these fat cats.

Remember, I was our precinct's

union representative for two years running.

Yes, but it was supposed to be a four-year term.

And thanks to me, there are now new rules in place

about the early removal of a union rep.

Go tell Abe I need to talk to him.

Samuel, I implore you.

Do not let Carl speak on your behalf.

What's the big deal? I'm just going to reason with him.

Go get Abe.

Carl, you're my best friend in the world,

but you're a hothead and a loudmouth.

That's just when we have to play "good cop, bad cop."

It's actually more "embarrassed cop

and source of embarrassment cop."

What's the problem?

Something wrong with your free food?

Listen, Abe, I think you and Samuel need to talk, you know?

Create an open dialogue.

Is this in any way to be considered

official police business?

No, just helping out a friend.

Then bye-bye, Johnny law.

You going to be a troublemaker?

'Cause I don't need a troublemaker.

Hey, he's just a working man standing up for his rights.

I wait tables, I wash dishes, I take out the trash.

And all I want in return

is the salary increase that you promised me.

Economic climate was much different

when I make that promise.

Market crash! Financial world go topsy-turvy.

This is not Morgan Stanley, this is bacon and eggs!

I don't have time for this nonsense.

- You go bus tables. - Don't you move.

All right, all right. Everybody just calm down.

Oh, oh.

Now you going to get in my face, too, huh, big boy?

Never pay for one meal, now you're going to tell me

how to run my business?

Hey, if you want me to pay for my food, I'm happy to.

Oh, sure. Now.

Nothing but oatmeal and a dinner salad.

Pay for days before diet.

The three milkshake, pork chop, apple pie days.

Carl, this is none of our business.

All Sammy wants is a little bit of a raise

so he can pay his rent.

This is a tough economic times.

Every American must tighten belt.

Good luck to you.

He's not asking for a handout.

- He just wants the raise he was promised. - Walk away.

You send the goons with the guns to threaten me, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's not what we're doing.

You are bad news.

Guess what? You don't work here anymore.

- You're firing me? - You can't do that.

I can, and I did.

You poke stick at cobra, you get the fangs!

(Hisses)

And your days of free breakfasts are over,

Crockett and tubbs.

Oh, wonderful. No job, no home.

I'm sorry, man.

I'd invite you to stay at my place, but...

Grandma doesn't let me have sleepovers.

Oh, man, I just wanted some oatmeal.

♪ For the first time in my life ♪

♪ I see love. ♪

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All right, the couch is yours till you get your own place.

Thank you.

Not a lot of rules here.

I'd appreciate you wearing flip-flops in the shower

so we don't swap each other's foot fungus.

Got it.

Also, the bathroom sink is not a drinking fountain.

There is a cup in the holder,

which I would prefer that you didn't drink from.

Anyway, make yourself at home.

I'm headed over to Molly's for dinner.

Tell her hello for me.

Will do.

Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge.

Just steer clear of the frozen Milky Way

I got hid behind the ice trays.

I'm not going to eat it, but I like knowing it's there.

Mike, I'm sorry I didn't take your advice today.

Yeah, well, I told you not to listen to Carl.

I know. He talks a good game,

but you are clearly the brains of the team.

Forgive me for not seeing it sooner.

Aw, don't beat yourself up about it.

We've all taken his bad advice from time to time.

There was a two-week period where I had spiky blond hair

and a soul patch.

Well, have a nice time tonight.

You deserve an evening of friends and good food.

Plus it will give me the opportunity to sit here alone,

contemplating where my life went so horribly wrong.

Everybody could use a little "me" time.

(Sighs heavily)

Samuel, would you...

I'll get my coat. Okay.

Did you get enough to eat, Samuel?

I am perfectly satiated. Dinner was delightful.

What did you call that dish again?

Pot roast. You serve it at Abe's. I had it Wednesday.

Listen, I know things seem pretty grim right now,

but I'm sure something will turn up.

You know, when I first graduated from cosmetology school,

there were no jobs anywhere.

And I thought, "oh, my God.

I just wasted three weeks of my life."

So how did you find work?

Two words: Right place, right time.

That's actually four words...

You know what? Just...

Anyway,

I was dating this funeral director, and one day

I was taking a little "disco nap" in a empty casket.

You know, like you... like you do.

Uh-huh.

And a client came in and thought I looked very natural,

and asked who did my makeup.

I popped up and said, "that would be me, hon."

Well, before that woman came to,

I was embarking on an exciting new career...

Cosmetician to the recently deceased.

See? Is those kinds of inspirational stories

that brought me to this country.

That one made it all the way to Africa, huh?

Can I get you another glass of wine?

Well, how could I say no to a woman as beautiful as you?

Oh, my God, you're so charming.

I can't believe you're unemployed and homeless.

I know you'll find a job,

and I know Mike is happy to have you stay at his place

until you get back on your feet.

Well, hopefully I can accomplish that in the next 48 hours.

You said hit the bricks in two days, right?

Mike?

I'm just trying to keep a fire lit under his ass.

Oh...

He's here most of the time anyway,

so you can have his place as long as you need it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not get carried away.

(Laughs)

Oh, really? You're giving me that face?

(Giggles)

Samuel,

you're welcome to stay at my place for as long as you need.

Thank you, Mike.

You know, sometimes I think your body is so big

just to accommodate the size of your heart.

Oh, what a beautiful way to say "you're fat."

So...

What is the deal with Molly's sister?

Hands off. She's already got a boyfriend without a job.

Well, I just thought, if she's half as wonderful as Molly is...

All right, look. I'm onto you, pal.

I see the little game you're playing.

What game, Mike?

I'm simply commenting on what a lucky man you are.

Yeah, I get it.

(Imitating Samuel): I have so much, and you have so little.

Is that supposed to be me?

(Imitating Samuel): Yes, it is.

(Normal voice): And don't pretend like that accent

doesn't thicken up like gravy when there are women around.

You know, perhaps it is better

if I just wander the streets till morning.

Abe's opens at 5:00.

Oh, wait. I can't go there anymore.

Look, I'm dropping you off at my place,

but we're stopping at the 7-Eleven and getting a newspaper

so you can start looking for a job first thing in the morning.

Of course.

And you're filling out an application at the 7-Eleven.

Absolutely.

And listen, Mike,

I cannot thank you enough for your generosity.

In my homeland, you would be revered as a king.

There would be a festival in your honor.

Women would name their children after you.

Your picture would be on money.

All right, what do you want now, my car?

Only when you're not using it.

So is Samuel still crashing at your place?

Yep. Meanwhile, I'm stuck at Molly's,

with her recycling rules

and clipping my toenails over the toilet.

I don't know how much longer I can take it, Carl.

Yep. Man's got to have his own space.

I tell you, if I didn't have my lawn chair in the garage,

cohabitation with my grandma would be an impossibility.

Abe: Hey.

Why you flatfoots still come back here?

I told you before, no more free lunch.

Abe, come on. Things got a little heated the other day

but Samuel's a really good kid, and he really needs this job.

Is too late. Position has already been filled.

Soo-Jin! Customer!

She very good worker.

And since she my wife, it don't cost me one sweet dime.

What is it now?

I am watching Oprah, waiting for

my "ah-ha" moment, and you not it.

Darling,

please bring coffee to these two gentlemen.

(Speaking Korean)

She'll be right back with your beverage.

Hang on. Are you telling me

that pretty young thing is your wife?

Abe: Why not? I'm a successful, good-looking man.

She's the big winner here.

So you can cover her fingers in diamonds,

but you can't give Samuel a 50-cent raise?

Samuel don't dress up like catholic schoolgirl

and call me "sweet papa."

Oh, thank you, baby.

Two large grapefruit juice.

We wanted coffee.

I wanted Ben Affleck, but I get him.

What the hell have you done with my apartment,

and why are you wearing my drapes?

Oh. Mike. I didn't know you were stopping by.

I need to grab some clean clothes before I go to Molly's.

What is that smell?

I'm preparing a traditional African meal.

What is that, two missionaries in a crock-pot?

Very funny.

Anyway, I would invite you to stay, but

I have a lady friend coming over.

Please tell me it's not Molly's sister.

Oh, no, no, no, she gave me a fake number.

So hang on.

You don't have a job yet, but you've managed to find a date.

It's amazing what women will overlook

if you have your own apartment.

But who am I talking to?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, who told you you could move my furniture around?

I was doing you a favor.

The Feng Shui in here was atrocious.

When I open the front door,

I like to feel invited into the room.

Yeah, I get that about you.

How's the job hunt going?

I am weighing a few options.

I don't want to rush into

a career path I'm not comfortable with.

Repeat after me:

"Paper or plastic?"

"Would you like fries with that?"

"Knock me in the water and win a stuffed bear!"

Can we table this discussion?

My lady friend will be here momentarily.

Look, Samuel,

you need to find a job so you can get an apartment

of your own and I can have my place back.

Hey, maybe your evening will go well,

and you can move in with your new girlfriend.

Oh, I don't think that's a good idea.

I believe it's important for a man

to have his own space, don't you?

You know, I'm starting to think

you didn't leave Africa willingly.

You got kicked out.

Hey. I was a political refugee.

You don't know the torment and struggle it took

for me to get to America,

where I can cherish the freedoms that you take for granted.

The fact that they kicked me out is beside the point.

Man, I can't find anything in this dump.

And by "dump," do you mean the house I grew up in

that my dead father built?

I'm sorry, it's just that I hate living out of a suitcase.

You don't have to. I cleared out some closet space

and a couple of drawers for you.

No, no point in me settling in.

As soon as Samuel's out of there, I'm back to my place.

Yeah, but that could be a couple of weeks, maybe a month.

And whose fault is that?

Judging from your tone, I guess you think it's mine?

Look, Molly.

I know what's going on here.

It's in every gal's nature to want to nest

with an Alpha male.

Really? Let's... go on.

Well, as much as I hope one day

we'll be living under the same roof,

I'm just not ready for that right now.

Oh, I get it.

You're like a wild, untamed stallion

and here I am, trying to hook you up to a plow.

I said it's not your fault.

It's your womanly instincts.

I'm not quite following you,

but that's probably just because

I'm burdened with this crazy lady brain.

You know... (Blathers)

(Giggles)

Look, I'm not saying you're trying to trap me

as much as... reel me in.

I see. Less horse, more fish.

'Cause you know what, if I really wanted to trap you,

I'd dig a really big hole in the backyard

and cover it with moon pies.

See, you're getting angry.

I told you. I don't blame you.

It's your DNA.

(Snoring)

Looks like one of those giant manatees,

sunning itself on a big rock.

(Snores)

You know, that's where the legends

of the mermaids come from.

Sailors would often mistake them for women.

Well, to me that just sounds like a lame excuse

for some bad behavior.

(Snorts)

Whoa, where am I?

It would appear the doghouse.

I don't know what you did to pee on her parade,

but if you slept on the couch,

you're still in midstream.

Morning, mom. Vince.

- Morning. - Good morning.

Morning.

I'm guessing time has not healed these wounds.

Yeah, I picked up on that, too.

I-I'd wait till she had her coffee.

Otherwise she's a real ball-buster.

Molly: I heard that!

It's true!

Got a crick in my neck

from camping out on the sofa last night.

Oh, no. What a shame.

Poor thing.

You look very pretty this morning. Well-rested.

Well, it's easy to sleep when you've got nothing on your mind

but lipstick and man-trapping.

Okay, look, I never said "trap."

But I am sorry for, you know.

Acting like an ass?

Well, I wouldn't necessarily say "ass." Oh,

big baby, thoughtless moron, uh...

Let's just go with "ass."

You know, I was trying to be nice and accommodating

to you and your friend, and what do I get in return?

Accusations that I'm trying to trap you.

Joyce: Let her drink her coffee.

Stay out of it, mom!

I understand you wanting your own space, believe me.

Having the bed to myself last night was like a mini-vacation.

I could stretch out.

I didn't have to worry about your arm slamming down

on my head like a giant meat log.

I'm sorry, Molly.

It's not that I don't want to stay with you.

I just like having my apartment as kind of a safety net.

So do I. I'm not ready for us to live together.

Well, good.

Because even if I don't use it, I like knowing it's there.

Yeah.

Kinda like the Milky Way

you keep hidden behind your ice trays.

You know about that.

I've replaced it three times.

I've replaced it four times.

Hey, you don't keep one here, do you?

No. Joyce: In the vegetable crisper!

Mom!

I'm sorry, I asked for scrambled... this is over easy.

Now scrambled.

That woman is the worst waitress in the world.

Who cares? Look at her.

She could bring me a urinal cake and I'd eat it.

Hey, Samuel. What are you doing here?

Abe called me out of the blue

and offered me my job back with the raise he promised.

I told you, man. You stayed strong and you won.

I know, Carl. I'm so glad I listened to you.

You are clearly the brains of the team.

Well, next time you could crash at his place.

I hope you like the top bunk,

and waking up to a faceful of model airplane.

Don't worry. I'll be out of your home as soon as

I can put together enough for first and last months' rent,

security deposit, and the premium cable package.

I'm afraid you've spoiled me.

Oh, Samuel. Samuel.

Welcome back.

You and me are good, right?

Yeah, we're good.

All right. Your first job: Go fire my wife.

Okay. So, 50 cent an hour raise makes $20 a week.

This should cover till the end of the month.

Nice when payoff go the other way, huh, Serpico?

What's going on?

You covering Samuel's raise?

I'd have paid twice as much to get him out of my apartment.

Although I got to admit,

he did a nice job redecorating the place.

I know. I saw it the other night when I went to his party.

Party?

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