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Hmm, heart-wrenching, isn't it?

To see something so beautiful,

cleaning up something so revolting.

Yeah.

Fagen's dog.

I've never seen an animal crap with such a volume.

I know.

But there are some advantages.

I'd like to refry those beans.

Oh my God, you're disgusting.

Whatever, little man.

You talked to her yet?

Last night I told her she had beautiful eyes

while she was changing the urinal cakes.

I'm pretty sure she only speaks Spanish.

- Really? - Yeah.

Hmm.

How the hell do you know how to speak Spanish?

I had a hot Spanish nanny when I was a kid.

- Mm, mm, mm. - God, how I miss bath time.

Okay, what did she say?

She said that she finds you extremely odd looking,

and wishes you'd stop staring at her ass.

Yeah.

♪ One, two, three, four

♪ All hail the working man

♪ He's got the world in his hands ♪

♪ All hail the working man

♪ The work is never done

♪ Way oh way oh

♪ Ruh ♪ I am the working man

♪ Through the night

♪ 'Til the morning sun

♪ I am the working man

♪ The work is never done

♪ Way oh way oh

♪ Way oh way

♪ Way oh the working man

♪ Always there when I open man

♪ Way oh the working man the work is never done ♪

♪ All hail the workin' man

♪ Another day has just begun

♪ All hail the workin' man

♪ He's never friggin' done

Wow.

This is quite a little side business you got going on here.

Oh, don't I wish.

No, it's for my son's school fundraiser.

So all the proceeds go to the Humane Society.

Hey, hey, hey, no pushing, ladies.

There's plenty for everyone.

Uh. Mm.

That's something, huh?

Chocolate induces the same feeling

in the ladies as falling in love.

Gets 'em hot to trot.

Really?

Yeah, it's a scientific fact.

Women are aroused by the cocoa bean.

Hmm.

I got a hundred over here.

Keep that psycho mutt away from me.

Okay, in case you haven't noticed,

I'm not exactly the one calling the shots here.

Yeah, well, ever since Fagen started bringing

that thing to work, I've been having these weird dreams.

Ah, look, please get off me, dog.

Oh, doggie, please stay away from me.

Get away from me.

Messed up doggy.

Oh, hey, Robin.

Hmm.

Yeah, she's a rottweiler.

That's German for Rotten Welshman.

Mr. Fagen, I didn't know you spoke Spanish.

Spanish? That's Samoan, my boy.

Sir, I was just wondering how much longer

you wanted me to look after Rusty for you?

'Til she's toilet trained.

Thank you, my dear.

But the honor is all mine.

Handsome girl, there.

40 years ago,

I had a romantic encounter with one of the cleaning staff.

Sir, can you gimme a hand please?

Ah, Lupe. She was exotic, sexy, and ultimately enjoyed

a brief but rather expensive stint as the third

Mrs. Fagen.

Ow!

Son, are you gonna pay attention

to my story or just keep fucking around with that dog?

Hey, Sam.

Looks like you're indulging the old

sweet tooth to get through the day.

No, I indulge in my nephew's

Ritalin to get through the day.

The chocolate almonds are for a friend.

I adore chocolate almonds, Sam.

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry, Kim.

Like I said, they're for a friend.

You know Sam, I don't think I've ever shown you

pictures of my cats.

Mmm.

Mm. Robin how can I help you today?

Well, you know it,

it's kind of a personal matter.

You know what? I probably shouldn't bother you.

Mm-mm, no no, you can talk to me about anything.

Now come on.

What's the skinny?

Would you like to try a chocolate covered almond?

Oh, okay.

Whoa. Just one.

Oh.

Now what is it you wanna tell me?

Um, well,

have you ever had a,

a dream about any of the people that you...

well, that you work with?

Not really. I stopped dreaming in 1989.

Oh damn.

It goes so quick. Hmm.

Mmm, excuse me, Robin. I'm gonna try to catch reception

before she takes her lunch.

What?

Hi Sam.

Uh, hi.

- How are you? - I'm good. I'm good.

I see you have a box of chocolate covered almonds.

You do know they're my favorites.

Maxine, I'm sorry, but these are for a friend.

Well, you don't need to get all huffy.

I just want a few with my tea.

Well then you're in luck because the receptionist

upstairs is selling them at her desk.

I just came from there.

She went on lunch. Can you believe that?

What a selfish bitch. What's next?

Bathroom breaks?

You know, Sam, I am managing the Fagen

and Harrison baseball team again this year,

and there's a long, long list of very talented athletes

who wanna play third base.

Third base? That's my position.

Yeah.

Thank you, Sam.

Now practice begins the first week in May.

Look alive, okay?

- B. - B.

- M. - M.

- W. - W.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay translate, paca.

She says you're a swarthy,

little runt and can't believe anyone

so squat and greasy could attain the

rank of attorney at law.

Uh huh, and which of those Spanish words means runt?

Well, it's not a literal language, Sam.

It relies on nuance.

Right, right, right.

And what the hell is she doing in your office?

Well, it seems somebody opened my hole punch

and got tiny paper dots all over my carpet.

Whoops.

You wanna play dirty Claxton?

I can play dirty.

Well bring it little man. I'm right here.

You know where to find me. Clarkstown.

- Oh, hey, Robin. - Oh.

What was that all about?

- Sam and I were- - Actually, I don't care.

Neither do I.

So what can I do for you?

Do you know anything about dreams?

Yeah, sure I do.

I took a dream analysis seminar in undergrad.

Hmm.

Oh God. How do I start?

Robin, just, you know, just let it out.

It's best to do these things all at once.

It's like, um, like tearing off a bandaid.

Okay. I, um...

dreamed I was a dog.

Interesting. Interesting.

Uh, how did that feel?

Um, well I loved it when I got my belly rubbed,

but I loved it even more when I was punished

for being a bad dog.

Clark, this is actually bothering me. Don't make me hit you.

Sorry. (clearing throat) I'm sorry.

Keep going.

Well, the weirdest part was-

okay, you've gotta promise not to tell anyone this.

Please, I'm a professional.

I thought it was one seminar.

Exactly. So the weirdest part was...

I think my master was...

Sam.

Real nice, Clark.

Remind me to confide in you about all my problems.

Ah, no, hey.

Look, I'm sorry, Robin, I'm sorry.

But you gotta see it. It's kind of funny.

Oh, yeah. Hilarious.

So dreamweaver, what does it mean?

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

It doesn't take an expert.

It's obviously a, a sexual dream about Sam.

Shut up.

Robin. You're wearing a collar.

You're being dominated. You're enjoying being punished.

It's a classic sex dream.

What? I never said anything about wearing a collar.

Oh.

Clark, honestly, I mean, do I seem like the type of woman

that would wanna be dominated by someone?

Well, certainly not by Sam.

Oh my God.

Okay. You- you've gotta promise not to tell him.

I mean it. Clark.

Robin, what happens in Clarkstown stays in Clarkstown.

She was my dog?

Yeah. Yeah.

She she liked it when you rubbed her belly,

but even more when you punished her for being a bad dog.

Wow, what does that, what does that mean?

What's the matter with you people?

It's a textbook sex dream.

It means she likes you.

- No. - Yeah.

She knows she doesn't.

Robin thinks I'm a knob.

Look, the subconscious never lies.

Trust me. I took a seminar.

Oh.

Wait just a fucking minute.

This Robin dreaming about me shit

is happening very coincidentally

around the same time you and I are chasing the same woman.

What, Sam, I'm being serious.

Look, I, I'm breaking my word to Robin

by even telling you this.

You're just making this up to keep me away

from my Spanish vacuum goddess.

Spanish vacuum goddess?

No dog. No, please.

Get away from me, dog.

I don't like you.

What you want from Zoltan?

Will you not help me? You just look at the dog attacking me

and you don't help me.

Help me, I am a human being.

Get off me, get away from me!

Whoa.

Uh, Marta looks upset. What did she say?

And don't cock block me with the Spanish shit this time.

Yeah. Look, if we want our Marta to keep her job,

we should probably back off for a while.

Stop shitting me, Claxton.

I'm not, fine.

Look, if you wanna ruin it for both of us,

Cam just gave her a talking to

for spending too much time flirting with the lawyers.

You serious?

Yeah.

Poor Marta.

Yeah.

And any flirting that may have occurred

was entirely my fault.

And rather than blame the hapless immigrant Marta,

who is just trying to survive in our cold, harsh country,

blame me instead

or blame Clark. That's good too.

Uh, sorry, who is this Marta?

I think what I'm trying to say Cam,

is that you should really keep your eye on Clark.

The guy's flirting with the cleaning staff.

It's becoming very disruptive.

You have another box of chocolate almonds.

Just gave you a box like half an hour ago.

You know, Sam, Mintzberg is looking for an associate

to send to the Yukon this winter

to do some due diligence at a whale blubber company.

I'm putting together the list.

Thank you, Sam. Good call.

Oh yeah.

Mm.

Jesus Christ.

Uh huh.

So what do you think?

That I'm running outta these babies fast.

About my dream.

Oh, your dream. Oh yeah.

What kind of dog were you?

What you mean? Like, what breed?

What difference does that make?

Well, I mean, if you were a golden retriever,

that's one thing, but if you were like a schnauzer,

or God forbid, some sort of lap dog.

Maxine, I don't know what kind of dog I was, okay?

Then I really can't say.

But do you think it's sexual?

You joking? Of course it is.

Ah shit.

Oh my god.

Chocolata.

Oh oh oh.

- Mmm. - Oh.

- Mmm! - Uh huh!

- Mmm! - Mmm!

I think she likes it. - Mm.

Oh and don't bother trying to buy your own.

I bought up the receptionist's entire stock.

That's good. Let's go.

♪ Feel like I'm made out of gingerbread ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Crumb pickin' lip lickin' gingerbread ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Can't think about rainy weather now ♪

♪ I've finally got myself together now ♪

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

♪ I'm twirlin' a cane made of peppermint ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Nice sticky hands, sticky peppermint ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Spun sugary cloud I'm floatin' on ♪

♪ Sun's spreadin' my suit of sugar coatin' on ♪

♪ All tasty and tan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

What's the deal with Sam and Miss Latin America?

Hey, Marta's not Latin American, okay?

She's originally from Spain.

Whatever.

I just saw them licking each other in the lounge.

Really, dog girl. Tell me more.

No, look, I don't care.

It's just people don't wanna see that kind of thing at work.

They'll barf and then that's just more

for Consuela Rita to clean up.

Well, how do you think I feel?

The Spanish vacuum goddess was supposed to be mine,

but Sam went and bought up all the chocolate almonds

and now I have no shot.

Well, hey you guys.

Hey, you haven't seen Mr. Fagen's dog have you?

- No. - Oh, great.

Kojack's loose in firm.

Kujo.

Stop correcting me.

Huh, I think I'm fired.

Hey, Stu.

Hold up a minute. I'll help you find her.

Oh, okay.

Spanish vacuum goddess?

Hey Rusty, are you hungry?

Yeah. Come on. Come on boy.

Uh, girl. Come on.

Come on.

Uncle Clarky's got a little treat for you, right this way.

Watch the suit.

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

Uh, what's going on ladies?

Excuse me.

Rumor has it that you bought up

every last box of chocolate almonds.

Why would you do a thing like that?

To help raise money for the Humane Society?

You son of a whore. I want my fucking chocolate!

Okay, okay. All the chocolate is in my office.

Uh, I'm more than willing to share.

Just don't hurt me.

Oh my God. Well- uh.

I know!

Whoa oh! Having a little trouble with Rusty?

Sam. Did you know the chocolate can kill a dog?

I did not know that. Guess I'm more of a cat person.

Okay.

No.

Don't.

Uh, uh, stay. Bad dog.

Bad dog. You're a very, very bad dog.

Shut up.

Oh, I know, I know. I am. I'm an animal person.

Rusty!

Oh, no. Chocolate can kill a dog.

So this is common knowledge?

Well, that's it for Stu.

It's been fun working with you guys. I'll let myself out.

Oh. Oh, the dog is dead?

Oh, I will miss the bastard dog.

Well, let's fire up the barbecue. Sorry.

Is she dead?

Oh.

That you don't have to translate.

God.

You see Mr. Fagen? She's alive.

Too bad.

I hate that damn bitch.

♪ Feel like I'm made out of gingerbread ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Crumb pickin' lip lickin' gingerbread ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Can't think about rainy weather now ♪

♪ I've finally got myself together now ♪

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

♪ Fresh out of the pan, sweet gingerbread man ♪

♪ I'm twirlin' a cane made of peppermint ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Nice sticky hands, sticky peppermint ♪

♪ Uh huh, uh huh

♪ Spun sugary cloud I'm floatin' on ♪

♪ Sun's spreadin' my suit of sugar coatin' on ♪