Monroe.
You are in the guest room.
(Rousehorn) All I know
is I need a shower.
Well, you are certainly
dressed for one.
Now, tell me all about it.
How did they get
your pants off?
One leg at a time.
Of course.
Did they molest you?
Did you struggle?
I want all the details!
Only a benevolent deity
could have prevented him
from losing that check.
Now, after dinner, he is
gonna feel so much better.
What time are the caterers
coming here?
Caterer?
The caterers
for the welcome dinner.
Here, tonight.
Rousehorn, half the faculty.
Indian food. The Khyber Restaurant.
Don't you dare tell me!
Did you neglect...
No! No, no, no! No, no!
It's totally under control, Dad.
Everything is totally and absolutely under control.
The catering, uh, the
chapatis, pappadums, raita...
Ah, ha.
Got the curry, not to worry.
Bye.
[Moaning]
Look out, gentlemen, please.
Excuse me.
Coming through here!
[People chattering]
Gangway!
Coming through, coming
through, please look out!
(Monica)
Cliff, what is it?
Catering!
Khyber Restaurant.
I forgot to do it!
I had to do it,
and I didn't do it!
I had seconds, minutes,
hours. It's not done!
Look. Just relax,
okay?
Now, what is
the problem?
I lost Rousehorn, I've
got these term papers to correct.
The college is on the verge
of bankruptcy,
my eyes can't focus,
my tongue tastes like
a skid mark,
I need some sleep.
Okay.
All right.
So you sleep, okay.
Edison survived on
two hours of sleep a night.
He took catnaps
in his lab.
Right.
All right.
Uh, catnaps, Edison,
two hours, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna sleep.
This is good. Sleep.
What do you think I should do
about these papers?
Give them all a "B."
That's all they
deserve anyway.
(Karen)
Hello?
Hello, Karen?
Hi, Monica, what's up?
What? He needs catering?
Arrangements?
Honey, "catering"
is my middle name.
Karen Catering Blittstein.
Sure.
I put two sisters through
gorgeous... gorgeous weddings
and I'm not talking
no cocktail franks
and miniature knishes,
neither.
Karen, shush!
Will you just
take care of it?
I'll get there
as soon as I can.
Okay, bye. I love you.
Shit.
What?
I don't have time to cook.
I'm gonna have to
improvise something.
This is
refreshing medication.
[Laughs]
Now, then,
that Harold Robbins Chair.
It's... It's quite
an endowment, huh?
More than a penny
and less than
the national debt.
[Laughs] Now, then, uh, like,
what amount are we talking?
I mean, I don't mean for you
to be specific...
I mean, just, generally,
in round numbers
what amount are we
talking about?
Just about?
For that, Arthur, you'll have
to wait until tomorrow.
I wanna treasure the look
on everyone's face
when our corporate generosity
is made public.
Absolutely.
I couldn't agree more.
[Telephone ringing]
(Clifford) Oh, help, help.
Oh, I'm buried alive.
[Clifford grunts]
Let me out.
[Telephone ringing]
Hello?
(woman) Cliff, where
are you? It's 7:30.
What time is it?
7:30.
It is?
Yes. 
I'm coming.
I'll be right there. I'm gone.
Hurry up. 
(woman)
I had no idea...
(Arthur) Son. Uh... Uh, son,
before you change your clothes...
Skridlow.
Hello, Fulsom.
How are you?
That boy just
work, work, work.
Harmon, you don't know my son,
Clifford, do you?
He's one of the bright stars
of our English Department.
We've met.
Not on time, but we've met.
This morning, Father,
remember?
I- I'm so sorry about
last night, Harmon,
um, Mr. Rousehorn,
for missing your train...
It's in the past.
It is totally
forgotten and forgiven.
Let's just say
it's in the past.
Oh, I just know this is
gonna be a lively evening.
Oh, Clifford,
those girls are wonderful.
You certainly have
everything under control.
Girls?
(Thelma) I think I'll
take the red caviar
and put it in
the round plate.
You think they'll
like that, honey?
W- What's going on here?
What's this?
Do you have any idea
how