How on earth do you not immediately call the cops with 911 or the Montreal equivalent, calling in a home invasion. Then nothing that was stolen would have left the apartment. The landlord is talking baloney. They probably have a secret key with which they let in the partiers. I would have gone absolutely nuts if I came home and found strangers in my home, trashing it. Is telling them to leave without calling the police the libtard way of handling such an outrageous situation?
Because they are both French and Canadian. That’s a double dose of wuss.
>>The landlord is talking baloney. They probably have a secret key with which they let in the partiers. I would have gone absolutely nuts if I came home and found strangers in my home, trashing it.
http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheSecretary.html
(looking towards the theater door, Jerry notices one of the movie goers)
Jerry: Hey, isn’t that Willie, my dry-cleaner?
Elaine: Where?
Jerry: He just went in. You know, I think he was wearing my Hounds-Tooth jacket.
Elaine: What would he be doing wearing your jacket?
Jerry: It looked just like the jacket I brought in to be dry-cleaned. He complimented me on it.
Elaine: Are you sure?
...
(Jerry picks up several items of clothing from the booth, in their dry-cleaning bags — He is wearing his Hounds-Tooth jacket. George and Jerry walk over to the cash register to pay for lunch. At the register, Jerry reaches into his Hounds-Tooth jacket pocket, he pulls out a movie
stub)
Jerry: Oh, My god.
George: What?
Jerry: It’s a movie stub from the 9:30 show. George, I think Willie the dry-cleaner has been wearing my clothes.
...
New scene.
Exterior shot of the Dry Cleaners store front, then to the interior —
Jerry enters as a female customer is leaving the counter with her dry-cleaning .
Jerry: Hello, Willie.
Willie: Hey, Jerry. You dropping off?
Jerry: No, but ah, seen any good movies lately?
Willie: You came by to ask that?
Jerry: Yeah. Specifically 9:30 shows. Seen any good 9:30 shows at the Paragon, Willie?
Willie: What are you gettin at?
Jerry: I saw you the other night stepping out with my Hounds-Tooth jacket.
Willie: Jerry that’s a breach of the dry-cleaner’s code.
Jerry: You need a code to tell you not to wear peoples’ clothes
Willie: I wasn’t wearing your jacket. Jerry you’re imagining things. (he makes the circular motion next to his ears - the international symbol for “insane”)
Jerry: Yeahhh, am I imagining this? (he whips out the movie stub and holds it up to Willie) Found this little cutie in the pocket. (throws the stub on the counter)
Willie: Jerry.
Jerry: Yeah, Yeah. Well, now that we understand each other — I’ll be taking my business elsewhere. And I want my mother’s fur coat back too.
Willie: Jerry, come on.
Jerry: Now.
Willie: Now? (Willie looks off with his eyes to his left — he is thinking about his wife Donna)
(Shot of Donna wearing the fur coat, standing at a hot dog stand, eating a hot dog)
Jerry: Yeah. I want that coat. (Jerry opens his wallet, looking for the dry-cleaning ticket)
Willie: Well ... ahh. (apprehensively)
Jerry: Where’s that ticket? Oh, Kramer.
Willie: Wait, you, you mean to tell me you don’t have a ticket for the coat?
Jerry: No, not on me.
Willie: Well, I, I need to see that ticket.
Jerry: Why? I’ve got my cleaning before without a ticket.
Willie: Yeah, but this is different. Those fur storage warehouses are huge. You can’t, get anything without a number.
Jerry: All right, I’ll be back...