Stunning, in a creepy neo-Fascist way.
Wow. It's a faux-Roman palace. How very Las Vegas.
That's the only elevator in the building? I wonder what they do during rush hours.
He looks like a receptionist.
That's Jerry, the ever-helpful receptionist.
Scary. I believe that circle with a big "X" through it is supposed to represent the destruction of the Balance. These guys don't kid around.
That desk serves two purposes. To scare the hell out of innocent visitors, and to instill whomever stands behind it with a sick sense of superiority.
"Gerold Rosenberg".
(clears throat)
(clicks tongue)
Hush!
And what, pray tell, do you think you are doing...miss?
Me? Uh...
You know, you remind me of someone I met not so long ago.
Am I supposed to care?
No. But you're about to meet him...
And what, pray tell, took you so long?
Excuse me, I'm talking to you! Stop!
Screw you, Jerry.
(gasps)
Screw you, Jerry.
Go to hell, Jerry.
I'm visiting a friend of mine.
Rodent inspection.
I really need to see your boss, Jacob McAllen.
There is no one here by that name, miss. This is a private building. I am going to have to ask you to leave. Now.
Oh, really. Then your name would be in my appointment diary, yes?
Uh, I dunno. I don't really have an appointment.
You don't say. And do you really have a friend in the building?
...no...
Then I suggest you turn around and walk out of here...miss. This is a private building.
I see. Very original. There have never been any rodents on Grendel Avenue, miss.
Well, until now.
No problem, because rats are my specialty.
Very droll. This is a private building, miss, and I suggest that you leave. Now.
Hi there...Jerry?
Gerold. Do you have an appointment?
Hi again, uh, Jerry.
Gerold. And did I not tell you to leave?
How do I call the elevator?
You do not...miss. I call it.
All right, thanks.
No, you misunderstand. I call it -- for people who work in the building, or for those with appointments with the people who work in the building.
You are...how shall I put this? Street vermin. A hooligan. Scum.
You were home sick the day they taught diplomacy, weren't you, Jerry?
Gerold. Please, leave the building.
What floor is Jacob McAllen on?
We do not have a "Jacob McAllen" working here, miss.
Do you have any McAllens at all? I'm not picky.
I am not about to divulge any private information to a...person such as yourself.
Good for you, Jerry.
Gerold. It would be so nice if you left now, miss.
Can I bribe you?
I am sorry -- what?
Pay you to let me "slip" by you, unnoticed, into the elevator?
For goodness sake, miss, absolutely not. I am not your...common lowlife.
I'm sure even a standup guy like you, Jerry, needs some pocket change now and then.
Gerold. And no, I do not. Now, I would like for you to leave...immediately.
Thank you very much...Jerry.
(sighs) Gerold. And if you do not leave, miss, I will be forced to call the police.
Thanks, Jerry.
(sniffs)
Got a pizza delivery for Mr McAllen!
Really. I have not been informed of--
Guy, you know how Mr McAllen hates it when his pizza gets cold, yeah? So why don't you just do us both a favor and call the elevator, yo?
I'm afraid I can't--
Listen, you want Mr McAllen to get in a frizzy over his pineapple and baked clam pie? If that mozarella cheese cools down...
All right, all right. Give me the pizza and I will see to it that it's delivered as soon as possible.
No can do, guy. This has got to be delivered now, yo.
(heavy sigh) I can't very well leave my...all right, all right. Step into the elevator and I will send you to Mr McAllen's office. But I want you back down here pronto, do you understand?
Capisce, Jerry.
Gerold. Now, hurry, Mr McAllen likes his mozarella hot and runny.
Got a pizza delivery for Mr McAllen!
Really. There's been no-- Wait a second, weren't you in here before?
Me? Nah. Been delivering pies to the, uh, to Venice. I ain't been up here before, yo. Nice 'hood. Clean pavements. Good air.
I could've sworn... Very well, give me the pizza and I will see to it that it's delivered to Mr McAllen as soon as possible.
No can do, guy. This has got to be delivered now, before it gets cold. You know how Mr McAllen gets when his mozarella is cold.
(heavy sigh) I can't very well leave my post, so... All right, all right. Step into the elevator and I will send you to Mr McAllen's office. But I want you back down here pronto, do you understand?
