Napoleon are you looking at those car brochures again? Every time you do, you get depressed and complain about how difficult it would be to own, drive and store a car in New York City. Then in the next breath you whine about how much you want one.”
“But this one is advertising the Car of my dreams. It red, convertible, and sleek. How can I pass it up?”
“Let me help you. Did you borrow money from me last week for a dinner date?”
“Yes, Doris said yes finally.”
“And the week before was it not for a Broadway show?
“Well Susie was dying to see it.”
“And the week before that for a weekend away?”
“Brenda schedule and mine finally matched.”
“Do I need to go on?”
“I don't get what your driving at.”
“My friend. I do not have the money to loan you for a car loan and maintenance.”
“Maybe I could come up with a way to get Mr. Waverly to spring for a new car or two for the motor pool.”
Illya just went back to his files while rolling his eyes. Napoleon placed his feet on his desk, leaned back, closed his eyes and try to come up with a plan.