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I didn't think that sort of thing ran in families.
One hundred dollars... No, no. No check. No, please.
How you gonna get him to do that? Uh, greed, my dear boy. Greed.
[ Singsongy ] I'm Mona Carmichael. [ Mockingly ] I'm Jack Tripper.
[ Phone Ringing ] Oh, I'll get it.
What? I want you to stand guard out here.
Mr. Roper. Mr. Roper, here's $200, and I will have my share of the rent very soon.
[ Drawer Rattles ] [ Snores ]
Uncle Fremont! It is Uncle Fremont?
Stanley, I thought you were taking a nap!
Now, my car is waiting downstairs.
If I hit this desk one more ti-i-i...
you don't have to explain to me. [ Chuckles ]
[ Inaudible Dialogue ]
His charming wife is wide awake.
Uncle Fremont, it's a woman, Mona Carmichael. Mona!
Then how does he pay for them? By checks.