- to laurence appleby. - laurence appleby. (mutters) 1000. there you are. and please forgive my awkwardness. - well these things do happen, mrs. sturgis. - uh, ms. um, good day, mr. appleby. - good day. - now you only owe $11,000. the balance in two weeks, please. - i told you mr. desar, it's utterly impossible. - perhaps you will be fortunate women enter your shop. - i should hope not. - then you will leave me no choice but to take your treasures and sell them myself. - take them from me? oh, you can't be serious! - i am most serious mr. appleby. if you cannot raise the money - no, no, no i'll raise it. i'll raise it somehow. perhaps i can get a loan from the bank or something, i don't know. i don't know, but you will get your money. [music] - hey. thing blasting all the time? - i like it. goodness knows i do not have any other company around here. you won't even let me have a cat. - you know very well a cat would scratch up the furniture. - who cares? - you don't, obviously. you never hang anything up. you don't even clean up the place. you know i can't s