Paul

(looks at the baby) oooooh...look at the cute little bastard... (the building manager comes in) you are mama's little bastard, aren't you? (laughs)

Manager

Whatta hell are you doin' harassing my tenants?

Paul

(smiling) Oh come on, you son of a bitch. I'm just trying to be friendly.

Manager

All right, that's it! (grabs Jean-Paul and gets him out) Let's go!

Paul

What...but I got a race tomorrow!