[Peter has to get past his landlord who is insistent on collecting rent from him]

Hi.

What's 'hi'? Can I spend it? You're a months late again. Again!

I'm sorry, I promise I'll get it in sooner or later-

If promises were crackers, my daughter would be fat!

All I have is this $20 for the rest of the week and-

[snatches the $20 from Peter's hands]

Sorry doesn't pay the rent, and don't try to sneak past me. I have ears like a cat, and eyes like a rodent.

Thanks, Mr. Ditkovich.

Hi, Pete! [accidentally knocks over pan, and oven catches on fire. As Ursula is putting out the fire, Mr. Ditkovich slams the door in Peter's face]