want to check this out?
B HASSE: I hear you, Ken. I’m right on it. Donna? Be nice to Mr. Stiessen, won’t you, sweetheart?
D STIESSEN: Oh, gosh.
K HOOK: This really is amazing.
M’D HASSE: I certainly will, Father dear.
K HOOK: Bart.
B HASSE: All right.
K HOOK: Your testicles, my picture: an even swap.
B HASSE: Here, let’s go down to the basement.
D STIESSEN: Bye.
M’D HASSE: There they go. Hurry, hurry.
D STIESSEN: Busy men.
M’D HASSE: I don’t ask what goes on. I don’t need to know.
D STIESSEN: Are you here by choice? Or is this just because you live here?
M’D HASSE: Well. I live here by choice. So I guess that’s the same thing.
D STIESSEN: Does your father give a lot of parties? M’D HASSE: Oh no. My father is the most antisocial man you’ve ever met. We go to a lot of parties.
D STIESSEN: Do you? Do you enjoy that?
M’D HASSE: Well. Sometimes. That’s how I meet people, at parties. People see me with my father, so they think, Oh, she must be okay.
D STIESSEN: Do you ever go out of town?
M’D HASSE: For what?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know. I thought, maybe with Mr. Hasse, he might take you along on his trips.
M’D HASSE: Not really. Mom and I, we stay home most of the time. But we’re always here in case someone needs us.
D STIESSEN: That must be nice for your father.
M’D HASSE: Oh, it is. And there’s plenty to do here. I read a lot.
D STIESSEN: Are you a student?
M’D HASSE: Ha! Isn’t that the same thing as asking a woman her age?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know. I just thought that since Mr. Hasse was such a big supporter of the local universities, you might also...But, you don’t?
M’D HASSE: Well, hmmm. Not to be crude, but I have no desire to do that. No. Some people I do not wish to see. We have a nice little town here. I like things right where they are.
D STIESSEN: You don’t think you’d get along with the other students?
M’D HASSE: I don’t know. You were a student once, weren’t you?
D STIESSEN: Well, yeah, I guess.
M’D HASSE: I think I’d get along with you. You look like you probably have a whole lot of interesting things to say.
D STIESSEN: Really? I don’t know if that’s true or not.
M’D HASSE: Daddy tells me you wrote a book.
D STIESSEN: Oh, it’s nothing. I honestly think he’s getting his hopes up too high. It’s just a little thing I wrote about my father.
M’D HASSE: Well, if you wrote it, I’m sure it’s very good. Do you think a lot of people would want to read it?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know much about how the business works. Maybe Mr. Hasse can give me some pointers. I don’t even know why I wrote it. I just figured everyone’s got a father. And most people probably have the same questions I have. Who is this guy who goes off to work every day, and then comes back home and goes to bed? And then, because of the way things usually work out, lots of times, when you reach the age where you could actually have a real conversation with him, well, by then it’s too late because he’s probably, you know, no longer available...for questions.
M’D HASSE: How much do you think you’d sell this book for?
D STIESSEN: Oh, wow. I have no idea. I think probably someone else would make that decision.
M’D HASSE: Ten dollars?
D STIESSEN: That seems a little high.
M’D HASSE: Not if you put it out in hardcover first. You could charge ten dollars for the hardcover version, and then bring it out again in paperback, but for less money.
D STIESSEN: Yeah, I guess that’s how they do it.
M’D HASSE: Not that I know. I’m just guessing. I don’t know anything about it. My father owns a lot of books, two whole rooms full, but they don’t have the prices on them because they’re all old.
D STIESSEN: What kind of books do you like to read?
M’D HASSE: Just whatever we happen to have in the house. My father, as you can imagine, has quite a collection. Publishing is a huge business. You should get into
that.
The books he has,
B HASSE: I hear you, Ken. I’m right on it. Donna? Be nice to Mr. Stiessen, won’t you, sweetheart?
D STIESSEN: Oh, gosh.
K HOOK: This really is amazing.
M’D HASSE: I certainly will, Father dear.
K HOOK: Bart.
B HASSE: All right.
K HOOK: Your testicles, my picture: an even swap.
B HASSE: Here, let’s go down to the basement.
D STIESSEN: Bye.
M’D HASSE: There they go. Hurry, hurry.
D STIESSEN: Busy men.
M’D HASSE: I don’t ask what goes on. I don’t need to know.
D STIESSEN: Are you here by choice? Or is this just because you live here?
M’D HASSE: Well. I live here by choice. So I guess that’s the same thing.
D STIESSEN: Does your father give a lot of parties? M’D HASSE: Oh no. My father is the most antisocial man you’ve ever met. We go to a lot of parties.
D STIESSEN: Do you? Do you enjoy that?
M’D HASSE: Well. Sometimes. That’s how I meet people, at parties. People see me with my father, so they think, Oh, she must be okay.
D STIESSEN: Do you ever go out of town?
M’D HASSE: For what?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know. I thought, maybe with Mr. Hasse, he might take you along on his trips.
M’D HASSE: Not really. Mom and I, we stay home most of the time. But we’re always here in case someone needs us.
D STIESSEN: That must be nice for your father.
M’D HASSE: Oh, it is. And there’s plenty to do here. I read a lot.
D STIESSEN: Are you a student?
M’D HASSE: Ha! Isn’t that the same thing as asking a woman her age?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know. I just thought that since Mr. Hasse was such a big supporter of the local universities, you might also...But, you don’t?
M’D HASSE: Well, hmmm. Not to be crude, but I have no desire to do that. No. Some people I do not wish to see. We have a nice little town here. I like things right where they are.
D STIESSEN: You don’t think you’d get along with the other students?
M’D HASSE: I don’t know. You were a student once, weren’t you?
D STIESSEN: Well, yeah, I guess.
M’D HASSE: I think I’d get along with you. You look like you probably have a whole lot of interesting things to say.
D STIESSEN: Really? I don’t know if that’s true or not.
M’D HASSE: Daddy tells me you wrote a book.
D STIESSEN: Oh, it’s nothing. I honestly think he’s getting his hopes up too high. It’s just a little thing I wrote about my father.
M’D HASSE: Well, if you wrote it, I’m sure it’s very good. Do you think a lot of people would want to read it?
D STIESSEN: I don’t know much about how the business works. Maybe Mr. Hasse can give me some pointers. I don’t even know why I wrote it. I just figured everyone’s got a father. And most people probably have the same questions I have. Who is this guy who goes off to work every day, and then comes back home and goes to bed? And then, because of the way things usually work out, lots of times, when you reach the age where you could actually have a real conversation with him, well, by then it’s too late because he’s probably, you know, no longer available...for questions.
M’D HASSE: How much do you think you’d sell this book for?
D STIESSEN: Oh, wow. I have no idea. I think probably someone else would make that decision.
M’D HASSE: Ten dollars?
D STIESSEN: That seems a little high.
M’D HASSE: Not if you put it out in hardcover first. You could charge ten dollars for the hardcover version, and then bring it out again in paperback, but for less money.
D STIESSEN: Yeah, I guess that’s how they do it.
M’D HASSE: Not that I know. I’m just guessing. I don’t know anything about it. My father owns a lot of books, two whole rooms full, but they don’t have the prices on them because they’re all old.
D STIESSEN: What kind of books do you like to read?
M’D HASSE: Just whatever we happen to have in the house. My father, as you can imagine, has quite a collection. Publishing is a huge business. You should get into
that.
The books he has,
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