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Would you mind focusing
on the business at hand?

This is where we
make the pickup.

It's obvious that her
name is not Fred Score.

Might be his contact.

Gentlemen, the stakes are
high in this house of greed.

All life is a gamble.

And greed is the
mother of disaster.

- And Quasimodo?
- The father of disaster.

Then you are the man
Fred Score is to meet.

- Where?
- Follow me.

Just one.

As usual.

- Fred Score?
- Yeah.

You have the package?

You got the money?

You first.

Other half, Marvin.

Marvin Klump.

Klump.

- Marvin Klump?
- Yes, sir.

- Nothing else? Just Marvin Klump?
- That's all, sir.

Bring me whatever you have in
the files on Marvin Klump, please.

I'm sorry we failed, sir.

Well, fortunes of war.

I know you did your
best, gentlemen.

But losing that package could
lead to an ultimate world disaster.

May I ask what was in it, sir?

A 16-millimeter film clip of the
plans of a highly classified project.

Codename: Quasimodo.

Sorry. I'm not at liberty
to be more specific.

Well, that's all
right, sir, uh...

It's a plan to develop a
miniature atomic reactor.

And how did you come by
that information, Mr. Kuryakin?

Quasimodo is one of the most
closely-guarded secrets in the world.

Well, somebody from Intelligence
mentioned it in the elevator...

on the way up this morning.

I see.

And you, Mr. Solo.

Are you as familiar with
Quasimodo as Mr. Kuryakin?

No, I'm not. I took
the stairs this morning.

Yes.

Well, Quasimodo is as
Mr. Kuryakin described it.

A miniature atomic reactor.

Anyone who
possesses that film...

could develop atomic
weapons within a year.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

That man in Singapore
with the package.

I just remembered I've
seen him somewhere before.

- You have?
- Beirut.

He's one of Backstreet's men.
Rodney Backstreet's men, isn't he?

Yes, he is indeed.

Well, isn't atomic reactors a
little out of Backstreet's line?

Doesn't he lean more towards
art treasures and jewelry and...?

He leans anywhere where the
returns are high, Mr. Kuryakin.

With Thrush and certain Middle-Eastern
countries competing for the film...

the returns for him
could be enormous.

Hm.

Apparently, Fred Score is working
the back alleys for Backstreet.

He not only worked for him...

he, in fact, stole
the Quasimodo film.

Then he got ideas of his own...

and, uh, contacted us.

Uh, thank you, miss.

Would you care to
rejoin us, Mr. Solo?

Yes.

The file on Marvin Klump?

But, unfortunately, there's
nothing in it but his address.

I congratulate you, gentlemen.

I could use some sunny
Southern-California weather.

Strange coincidence.

Both Klump and
Backstreet live out there.

Ah.

I did as you said,
Mr. Backstreet. Heh, heh.

I went to Singapore, I got the
package, but I did not open it up.

You see, I did exactly as
you said, Mr. Backstreet.

I tracked Score down
like a cat, you know?

Then I got the film in
Singapore. Heh, heh.

Beirut?

Where's the other half?

The other half?

As you can see, this
is a 16-millimeter film...

cut down the
middle exactly in half.

What I have in my hand is
worthless without the other half.

- Is that clear?
- Yes. Oh, yes.

It's very clear.

Where is the other half?

Wait... Is it not in there?

No, it is not here.

Which is why I'm asking you.

- I repeat, where is the other half?
- I don't know.

I swear, I don't know.

I did exactly as you said. I
did not open the package.

- You see, I went to Singapore...
- Now, must you be so tedious?

I just want you to realize that this
half is worthless without the other half...

and I don't find any, and...

What is that?

Just a bit of paper.

Let me see.

Well...

It seems that Mr. Score
has provided us with a clue...

to the destination of
the other half of the film.

- What is that?
- This, uh, piece of paper...

is a receipt for registered
letters under Mr. Marvin Klump.

- Klump?
- Interesting.

The address indicates
he's almost a neighbor.

Aha.

- Y... Yes?
- Hi, is this the Klump residence?

- Uh, what is it?
- Klump. Is this the Klump residence?

Oh, if you're selling
encyclopedias, forget it.

We have three sets already.

No, we're not selling
encyclopedias. We're from U.N.C.L.E.

Oh, my.

Please. Please come in. Ha.

Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Well, this is really, really,
really something. I mean, nifty.

You know, Marvin
and I, well, uh...

Well, we go to all
your basketball games.

Did you say basketball?

Sure. And... And Marvin would
have played for your team...

if he were just a
little tiny bit taller.

We don't have a team.

You must mean UCLA. The Bruins.

- Didn't you say UCLA?
- No, we said U.N.C.L.E.

The United Network
Command for Law Enforcement.

Ah.

- We'd like to see Mr. Klump.
- Marvin?

Oh. Oh, what has he done now?

We'd just like... Thank
you... Uh, to talk to him.

Oh. Oh, well, then
you can tell me.

I'm his sister.

Would you mind
if we saw him first?

That bad?

All right, you can
see him right now.

- Where is he?
- Shh!

Television?

Yes. He'll be on
just... Just in a minute.

Folks, we'll be back to our
big movie in just a moment.

- That's your brother?
- No, that's Mr. Quartz.

First, I wanna show you some of
the fantastic weekend specials...

we have right here at
the Quartz Car Company:

Where the stars buy their cars.

Yes, sir. You recognize
this little beauty?

- A real classic.
- That's Marvin.

But folks, ask no more.

We have it right here at
the Quartz Car Company.

And this little wonder
really should be going at...

Marvin. Uh, uh, folks...

Oh, no, he's done it again.

How far is the lot?

Well, it's... It's just
a few minutes away.

Two blocks west of here.

Uh, take a look at
the row on rows of...

Of fantastic bargains we
have waiting for you right here.

Look at that short man, Illya.

- What about him?
- That's Beirut.

He's after Marvin too.

Hey... Hey, wait for
me. Hey, wait a minute.

Now, wait a second.
Wait for me, please.

Why, the weekly
payments are only...

Marvin. Uh...

Folks, no matter what you read, you
get down here within the next hour...

and you can climb into this
little beauty for only a song.

And now, back
to our giant movie.

Marvin, you didn't get one sign
right that time. Not even one.

- I know, Mr. Quartz.
- What am I gonna do with you?

I don't know, Mr. Quartz.
I... I really don't.

We didn't have to go to the
cemetery for the unveiling.

- Straighten up your cards.
- Yes, sir.

How can I help you, gentlemen?

You are Marvin Klump?

- No, but I...
- Then you cannot help me.

Where is Klump? I
got business with him.

He's right here, folks.
Uh, Marvin Klump.

Uh, Marvin, take care of
your special customers.

Private business.

Don't forget that we have to be
at the cemetery in 20 minutes.

I won't... I won't
forget, Mr. Quartz.

May I help you, gentlemen?

Where is it, Klump?

Where is what, sir?

Wait.

Before you give me a
word, let me inform you.

If you do not
answer correctly...

I will have to cut you up
with this knife in my pocket.

Wha...? What...? My...

What's that all about?

Quasimodo.

Quasimodo.

Oh, that must be one of
those new Japanese jobs.

Is that a six or an eight?

Perhaps they did not tell you...

I have already killed for
Quasimodo in Singapore.

Well, for goodness' sake, you
must really be some Quasimodo fan.

You know, I don't really
remember a Quasimodo, but...

- You better remember quick!
- Now...

Now, just a minute. Just
because you're a Quasimodo fan...

doesn't mean that you
can push a person around.

Marvin! No!

Marvin!

- What is that?
- That's my sister, Heather.

Oh, Marvin! Oh, no.

Marvin, Marvin,
are you all right?

Mr. Klump, I'd like
to ask you a question.

Oh, Marvin, fix
your tie, darling.

Does the name Quasimodo
mean anything to you?

- Well, you know, sir...
- What's going on here? Who are those two?

Well, there are a lot of people
here trying to buy Quasimodos.

Maybe we should try to
get a Quasimodo franchise.

We got no time for
those foreign car nuts.

Come on, we're
late for the cemetery.

Come on, Marvin.
Here, darling boy, get in.

- Wait. What cemetery?
- The River Placid.

Klump must be Score's partner.

He must have the other
half of the Quasimodo film.

Why else would those U.N.C.L.E.
men be here? Follow them.

Oh, how lovely.

A stone-carved basketball.

Oh, it's beautiful.
It's just beautiful.

Sam would've...
Would've loved that.

After all these years.

Such a great
remembrance to my son.

Boy, the team never lost
when Sam was jumping center.

So read the card already.

"In memoriam to a real
champ, Sam Quartz.

From a friend who
wishes to remain unknown."

- That's all?
- That's all, sir.

Well, I wonder who could have sent it.
- It was you, wasn't it?

Oh, no, sir. I... I sure
would've liked to...

but I could never afford
something like that on my salary.

Well, I appreciate your
fine sentiment, Marvin...

but in regard to your
salary, business is business.

Yes, sir.

I think we better get
back to the car lot.

Marvin, would you go get the car,
dear, and pick Mr. Quartz up right here?

Yes. HEATHER: Thank you, dear.

Excuse me, uh, I don't
mean to interrupt you.

- Where did Marvin go?
- Oh, he went to get the car. Why?

Heather! Help! Help...

Help! Help...

What is this?

I never saw anybody so anxious
to grab off a Japanese car...

nobody ever heard of.

Marvin!

This is Marvin Klump.

Ah, yes.

Where are your manners?
Mr. Klump is a guest.

Guests do not attempt
to escape their hosts.

Unbind him.

I must ask you to forgive
Beirut's lack of perception.

He didn't know with
whom he was dealing.

Ow. That hurt.

My apologies for my
associate's ineptitude.

I don't know what
this is about, but I'll

tell you one thing, it's
some kind of mistake.

You are Marvin
Klump, are you not?

Of course I'm Marvin Klump.

Well, sir, then
there's no mistake.

Now, wait a minute. Is
this some kind of a joke?

I mean, are you fraternity
guys or something?

No.

You are very good. Very
good indeed at this little game.

So it is a joke. Phew!

I admire you, sir.

There are so few professionals
these days, it is a pleasure to meet one.

- Thank you.
- Beirut? A chair for Mr. Klump.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Now...

Shall we get down to business?

Business?

You don't mean you
had those guys grab me...

just because you
wanna buy a car.

A car?

I'm talking about
Quasimodo, sir.

- We don't handle the Japanese makes.
- No.

I suggested to Mr. Quartz
that we get the franchise but...

Most amusing, sir. Magnificent.

Now, shall we drop this
incredible masquerade?

You have me in check, sir.

You know the Quasimodo
plans are worthless...

without the half in
your possession.

And I'm prepared to offer
25,000 in exchange for it.

Twenty-five thousand dollars?

Come, come. You know that would
have been your friend's percentage.

Now it is yours alone.

Score is dead.

Score is...?

Not Freddie Score?

You don't mean Freddie Score?

For goodness sake. I went to school
with Freddie Score back in Waukegan.

Oh, Freddie Score passed
away? He was my age.

Well, I'll tell you the truth.

Yes?

You should enjoy
yourself while you're young.

Now, that's enough. Where is it?

Where is what? I... I don't
know what you're talking about.

Very well.

Beirut, perhaps
you can find ways...

to increase Mr. Klump's
powers of comprehension.

You know, you do not care.

You just do not care
what happens to Marvin.

- Miss Klump, really, we do care.
- You're just saying that.

Miss Klump, Mr. Kuryakin's
gone to see about Marvin.

Now, if you knew him, you'd know
that everything is going to be all right.

Open Channel D.

Solo here.

- How are you doing? Find anything?
- Well, I'm not getting much cooperation.

What about you?

Well, I'm outside the Backstreet
estate. Correction, fortress.

Bad as that?

High walls, armed guards.

- You really want me to try to get in?
- No sense risking your life yet.

Wait until I finish
searching here.

- Now, you heard that.
- Mm-hm.

Your brother's
probably in that house.

If he doesn't produce that film
he may be tortured, even killed.

You could increase his life expectancy
remarkably if you just cooperate.

- I don't know what to do!
- Well, help me find the film.

What film?

The plans for an atomic reactor with
power enough to blow up the world.

It has the code name Quasimodo.

Quasimodo.

Marvin thought that that was
the kind of car they wanted.

Marvin.

Marvin.

Oh, he is in danger of his life.

- You! It is all your fault!
- Get ahold of yourself!

- Hold on, hold on, relax.
- Let me go!

- Relax. Hey...
- No.

Hold on. Hold on. Relax.

- Oh. Oh.
- Okay.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm...
I'm just hysterical.

- I'm so worried over Marvin.
- All right. I see.

Don't you ever
worry about yourself?

Hm?

How can I help you?

You could help me
by looking for a piece...

of 16-millimeter film
strip, Miss Klump.

You know, Heather's
not gonna like this at all.

What...? What are you doing?

We are going to
hang you upside down.

Oh... Oh, please, don't hang
me upside down. That's terrible.

Do you know what would happen
if you hang me upside down?

Shut up.

- We have not even started.
- Yeah, but you're going to.

- Where is the film?
- I don't know anything about any film.

Ha... Have you
checked the drugstore?

Fantastic resources, this man.
It's a pity he's not on our side.

Well, there's nothing left
to search but the walls.

Hm.

Search completed,
nothing found. Sorry.

Nothing?

Not a trace of the film.

We've been through
the entire house.

Are you sure you've
searched everywhere?

Almost.

Uh, now, wait just a hot
minute there, Charlie, boy.

Napoleon.

- What's going on?
- Oh, don't you dare touch me.

Oh, never mind. I'm going in.

Look, Miss Klump... Heather.

- I'm not going to touch you.
- No?

I'd just like you to, uh, go
through everything you're wearing.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Heather. Heather, I...

I don't know anything
about that film.

H... Heather. Heather!

Heather!

Heather. I...

The film, swine.

Are you familiar with these
deadly night-blooming flowers?

If the temperature is raised in
this room more than five degrees...

they will start emitting
an exquisite perfume.

You will experience a
rather pleasant delirium.

I will?

But don't overdo it, Mr. Klump.

Exposure to this perfume for
more than 30 minutes is fatal.

F-Fatal? Look, fellas, I don't
know anything about any film.

- Heather! Heather. I...
- You give us no choice.

Howard, raise the temperature.

Heather!

I don't know it. I don't... I don't
know anything about that film.

- Heather!
- Howard will be just outside the door...

in case that you should
change your mind.

Heather!

I don't... I don't...

Mm. Mm.

Mm, mm.

Hm.

Hm.

The man has nerves of steel.

Hm.

Hm.

Hm.

Oh, oh.

What? What did you...? Hey,
you ruined everything, you know?

I was having a
marvelous time up there.

Whoo. I tell you something...

Here I am. I'm flying.

I'm flying.

I'm... I'm Peter
Pan. Let me fly.

I'm Peter Pan. I
believe in fairies!

He is escaping. I hate him!

The man is incredible,
I tell you. Incredible.

- Heather? Wendy?
- Marvin.

Marvin.

- Who are...? Who are you?
- I'm Illya.

I don't feel too good myself.

Listen, Marvin, we have to make a
dash for that wall or we're both dead.

Follow me.

Yes, just... Just follow me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Marvin, Marvin.

Can you get over that wall?

- I can fly over...
- No, no, not yet, Marvin.

You'll never get off the
ground till I draw them off.

Listen, now, you wait till
you see them chase me.

- Yeah.
- And then you go, baby.

- Then I'll go, baby. All right. Okay.
- Away. Wait. Watch me.

- There he is.
- The man has nerves of steel.

- I hate him.
- The man's incredible.

- Jump.
- Why jump when you can fly?

Marvin. Marvin.

Call off the guards.

- But he's getting away.
- Never mind.

Get a car.

We'll go the Klump house.

How... How do they expect anybody to get
any sleep with noisy neighbors like that?

- Marvin, Marvin. You gotta stand up.
- You know, can we go see Heather?

- You wanna see Heather?
- Yes.

- You put your arm on my shoulder. Good.
- Yeah.

You know, a friend
indeed is a friend indeed.

Now, come on.

Oh, he's dead.

- He's dead. I know that he's dead.
- Come on, don't jump to conclusions.

Oh, after all I have
done for Marvin.

I mean, Fred Score, Singapore.

- Quasimodo, spy rings.
- Yeah.

What is a nice boy like Marvin doing
getting mixed up with atomic reactors?

Come on. Now... Now, stop.

Come on.

Oh. You know, he didn't
even tell his sweet sister.

Well, Marvin's a big boy now. He's
not going to tell his sister everything.

Well, he has no right. No
right to have secrets from me.

I sacrificed my
entire life for Marvin.

Maybe that was a mistake.

A young woman like you
should have a life of her own.

Oh, I have no time for that.

That's too bad.

I'm sure a lot of men would
find you very attractive.

Oh, thank you.

Well, not that I haven't
had my chances.

Why, even Mr. Quartz, he...

Well, anyway, uh, after
Momma and Poppa died...

well, somebody had
to take care of Marvin.

He's such a helpless person.

It's Marvin.

- He's home!
- How do you know it's Marvin?

He... He always
forgets his keys.

Let's just make sure.

Don't be silly!

Tie him up.

Forgive the intrusion, my dear.

- Uh, who is he?
- The name is Solo, Mr. Backstreet.

Aha. So you know me.

Well, I must admit that your
reputation has also reached my ears.

You are the one who kidnapped
Marvin. What have you done with him?

Shut up.

Now, shall we get
down to business?

- Where is that film?
- It's not here.

- Howard, search.
- No need to.

- I've checked the house myself.
- He is lying.

Please.

Mr. Solo is a man of honor.

Do I have your solemn word, sir?

Scout's honor.

There's someone at the door.

Boy, you're the...
You're the best help...

Oh, sorry, Marvin.

- Hi, Heather. HEATHER:
Marvin, are you all right?

Aren't you proud of me? I
remembered my keys this time.

Oh, boy, I don't...

- Oh, Marvin, you're so untidy.
- Oh.

What took you so long?

We had to make several stops on
the way. Marvin isn't feeling too well.

Oh, what's the matter, Marvin? Is
something wrong? Are you all right?

I don't know what's going
on. I don't understand anything.

Don't worry, Miss Klump.

I can assure you he had a
most pleasant experience.

And now, shall we continue?

What have you
done with that film?

Here we go. The film. Do you
know how many times it's that film...?

I don't know
anything about film.

I must warn you, Mr. Klump.
My patience is at an end.

Oh, you leave him alone. He
doesn't know anything about anything.

Do you take me
for a fool, madam?

Uh, Miss Klump is quite
accurate in her comment.

Mr. Klump is as
he appears to be.

Is it possible I was
wrong about this man?

I'm afraid we've all been
chasing a wild goose.

Is it possible that there's
another Marvin Klump?

There's a... There's
a Martha Klump.

- Who is it?
- Registered letter.

It must be the one
that Fred Score mailed.

Marvin Klump?

- Uh, where do I sign?
- Right here, sir.

Don't... Don't take my letter.

Just one second, sir.

It's a federal offense to
open another person's mail.

Now, you just let
me have that letter...

- Person.
- Oh.

You were absolutely right,
Beirut. It is from Fred Score.

- What does it mean, Mr. Klump?
- What does what mean, Mr. Klump?

"Under shelter
stone on Matterhorn.

You are last to remember."

What does Matterhorn mean?

Well, it's...

Matterhorn is a mountain in
Switzerland. Didn't you ever read Heidi?

Oh, yes, very good, sir.

Beirut, I think we better
take Mr. Klump along...

and get our bags packed.

I don't wanna go anyplace.
I don't know anything.

The letter says you do.

Howard, you stay here and
keep an eye on our friends.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Madam.

Well, I'm... I'm not gonna go.

- See you later, Heather.
- Marvin.

I'll send cards
from every place.

Hey, listen, wait. Marvin
can't stand heights!

That's all right, Heather.
Uh, we all have our problems.

Don't we?

We certainly do.

How long are you gonna
keep us tied up like this?

I hate skipping lunch.

And dinner.

How can you two think
of food at a time like this?

Heather, please, speak
only when spoken to, huh?

At least you could untie the young
lady. She could get us some coffee.

If you think I'm gonna
feed this baboon...

Cut it.

Heather.

Heather. You better open up.

You better answer it. - Heather.

You don't want him
to call the police.

Heather, I know you're in.

Go get him.

- Heather!
- Who's there?

- Hi, there. Is Marvin...?
- Would you lock the door?

Oh. What's going on here?

Heather, what's happening?

Mr. Quartz, untie me.
We've gotta go chase Marvin.

Well, where is he?

Climbing the Matterhorn.

Oh. Ooh.

Oh, poor Marvin.

He'll never
survive this altitude.

There they are.

Well, shall we press on?

I can't do it. I can't
go any further.

I'm tired. I wanna go home.

Well, that's very simple.

All you have to do is tell us
where the film is on this mountain.

I don't know.

Yoo-hoo, Marvin!

Yoo-hoo!

- What was that?
- His sister.

Heather, help!

Oh, I hate this man.

I hate him. All this
noise. I can't stand it!

Please, I beg of you, let me
kill him. Please let me kill him.

Please, Mr. Backstreet, please.

Calm yourself, Beirut.
Have patience. Patience.

Now, my dear boy, I have no
desire to inconvenience you.

So just tell me the secret
of the shelter stone...

and I promise you,
I will let you go.

I wish I...

Wait a minute.

Sh... Shelter stone.

Matterhorn.

The... The... The
film is under the cross.

Yes. Very good.

Well, my boy, I'm
a man of my word.

I promised you I
would let you go.

Beirut, let Marvin go.

Cut the rope.

Oh. What? I... I told you.

What are you doing that for?

Beirut, let him have his rope.

Oh, they're going to
push him over! Stop them.

Marvin!

He's dead.

Too late, my friends. Too late.

He's dead! You let
them kill him. He's dead!

Wait a minute. Wait a
minute, I think I see something.

Marvin!

Marvin!

Heather, help.

I'd really appreciate some help.

Help.

- Oh. Oh.
- Heather.

Oh, oh, Marvin, are you
all right? Are you all right?

He'll be all right. Now,
you take care of him.

We have to get after them.

Wait! Wait, no, no!

Come back.

It's... It's wrong. It's all wrong.
We're on the wrong Matterhorn.

The wrong Matterhorn?

Under the shelter stone...

on Matterhorn. See?

I see the shelter stone,
but where is Matterhorn?

Matterhorn Quartz.

Matterhorn Quartz? - Sure.

That... That was Sam's nickname
when he played basketball.

He was very tall.
Six-foot-three in the fourth grade.

You will now put up
your hands and stand still.

What a pleasure to seeing
you all together again.

Some pleasure.

Beirut, take the film
from the gentleman.

It has been most
stimulating, sir.

I only hope that someday
we may work together.

Who knows what
we might accomplish.

And now, if you'll permit me, I
have an important matter to attend to.

It hurts! Oh, please, I give up!

What about you, Backstreet?

You have me at a
disadvantage, sir.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Oh! Oh!

- Heather!
- Oh! Aah!

- Let her go.
- I've never killed a woman.

Don't force my hand.

You just get your
hands off my sister.

Oh, Marvin, you
stay out of this.

Heather, once in my life, let
me do something by myself.

I warn you, sir.

- Get your hands off my sister.
- One step.

Aah! Aah!

- I surrender. ILLYA:
Well done, Marvin.

The man's incredible.
Nerves of steel.

I underestimated him.

Kuryakin here.

Mr. Kuryakin, I'm waiting
for your final report.

- The secret of Quasimodo is safe.
- Oh, with chopped nuts, please.

- What was that?
- Miss Klump is having chopped nuts...

with her rainbow sundae.

We're having a sort of victory
celebration at the local ice-cream parlor.

Heather, I'm bigger
than used cars.

Apparently, that was Mr. Klump.

Please give him
my congratulations.

Yes, sir. Uh, Mr. Waverly
sends you his congratulations.

Thanks, chief.

I'll have a double banana split.

Oh, no, no. That's
too fattening for you.

I tell you something else.

This may come as a shock to you. Gonna...
I'm gonna move right out of that house.

And I'm gonna be on my own.

Why, Marvin Klump,
my very own brother.

You know what else? You can
tell Mr. Quartz I quit. Quit, quit, quit.

Uh, really. Really.

From now on, Marvin
Klump will blow his own nose.

Apparently everybody
underestimated Mr. Klump.

- What about a hot fudge sundae?
- What's that?

Ice cream and fudge heated.

Just coffee.

Marvin is moving out, he's
leaving home. And he's quitting you.

It's time. Marvin should
be living on his own anyway.

Oh, but who's going
to take care of him?

It's about time somebody
took care of you.

Why... Why, Mr. Quartz.

You can call me Kenneth.

Well, seemingly,
everything is under control.

Uh, gentlemen, when
are you planning to return?

As soon as we have our
Quasimodo delight, sir.

Would you like a
Quasimodo delight? Hm?

Coffee. Black.