“drug store?” asks Homer.
“No, I didn’t,” says Al.
“Introduced me to his wife,” says Homer, whistling.
“Yeah?” says Al.
“Some dish!” replies Homer.
“We’ll all have to get together at Butch’s one of these days!” says Al.
“Fine!” says Homer. “Oh, that’s where I’m going now.”
“Yeah?” says Al.
“Takin’ piano lessons,” say Homer. Al pauses and thinks about that.
“Take one for me!” laughs Al. He shakes Homer’s hook.
“See ya later, Al,” says Homer.
“So long, Homer!” replies Al.
Al walks back to his desk, and the waiting Mr. Novak.
“Well, um, as I was saying, Mister Novak,” says Al, “There is an element of risk involved – – we’ll have to have the property appraised – – but, uh, you’ll get your loan.”
Novak smiles. “Say, Mister Stephenson – – I don’t know how to begin to thank you.”
“Don’t try,” says Al, patting Novak on the shoulder. “You look like a good risk to me. And when those tomato plants start producing, I’ll come out for some free samples. I’ll let you know when the papers are ready.”
“Thank you, sir,” says Novak, shaking Al’s hand. “Thank you – – God bless you.”
Al watches Novak leave.