A Controlling Interest

It seems that Papa crawled a little too soon about putting one over on Sidney and Harold by going into the movie business without letting them know first. Or, just as Papa's elation was at its height, he discovered a sign painter putting Sidney's name on a door of one of the studio offices.

Well, right now we find Papa in his office, none too calm. Sarah and Mama are with him. He... there is he... There is he... Sarah... Sarah, there is your husband! Now, Paul, please don't get excited.

I'm sure that Sydney can explain everything. That's right. That's right. Papa, Papa, please. Now sit down and don't be giving yourself a way to your emulsions. Look, look, mama, Sarah, for a long time. I was in the knee pants business.

Me, me and Sam. He was happy. The whole world was happy. Then a long came, probably. And his name was Sydney. What I didn't mind, because maybe he did a few smart things. Of course he did, Paul. Everything he did was for the good of the business.

Yeah. But, Sarah, you can't do the business any good by killing the owner of a trouble in worry. Jack, that's very foolish. You ain't dead. Yeah, but it's a good idea. Oh, talk that way, Jack. Dying is very dangerous.

Now sit down. Yeah, and I'll get you a drink of water. I don't want the drink of water. I'm on a whole ocean. Yes. I'm on a whole ocean. Then I'm on a take Sydney and hold his head under the ocean for a nice long time.

I bet even the fishes would swim the other way. Tha. Jake. Jake, listen to me. Listen to you. All right. All right, thank you, darling. I will listen to you. I will listen to anything to keep from thinking about that schlamile who put his name on that ball.