Day 3: Matchmaking with Saul

Go to landlord's office to plead case for shorter lease, lowered rent. Admire array of mismatched furniture reminiscent of friend's grandma's sitting room while landlord is on phone. Is ushered into office by landlord. Proceed to have the following conversation:

Saul: You live off the alley?
Me: Yes. And I love the apartment. I'm very happy there.
Saul: Good, good. Of course. I am glad.
Me: But I just lost my job.
Saul: [Begins to laugh, steady, and then hard, enough so that his whole body shakes.]
Me: [Silence]
Saul: You know, I just went into the car shop and asked for used tires. They said, 'Why you want used tires?'
Me: Oh?
Saul: So it is a hard time. You want rich husband?
Me:[laughs.]
Saul: Do you want me to find him, or do you want to find him yourself?
Me: [following along] I ... [laughs]  uh ... I will find him myself.
Saul: OK.
Me: But I want to like him ...
Saul: Yes, that has become important.
Me: I can't marry someone for money.
Saul: So what can I do for you?
Me: Well, I'd like to live month-to-month. I don't feel comfortable signing a year lease.
Saul: If you move out in December, not so easy to find new tenant. I give you March. If you move out in March, easy to find tenant.
Me: So ...
Saul: Stay until March. Find this rich husband.
Me: What if I, say, get a job offer in Colorado in November?
Saul: So you go in November. Just don't go in December.
 [Marcie, the administrative assistant, enters with an envelope.]
Marcie: [Lays envelope on desk.] Jerome's here.
Saul: I'll be with him.
Marcie: I know!
[Jermone enters the room. He's thin, in his mid-80s, and wearing a brown jogging suit and sunglasses.]
Saul: Jerome, listen to this ...
Jerome: I can't stay.
Saul: No? What's the matter with you?
Jerome: My back is killing me. My goddamn back.
Saul: Want me to take you out to lunch?
Jerome: I need to go. I need rest. I can't get peace.
Saul: [Motions to me] Would you believe, Jerome, this beautiful girl can't pay her rent. We need to find her a rich husband.
Jerome: Oh yeah? Find me a rich wife. I gotta go. My goddamn back. 
[Jerome leaves with Marcie.] 
Saul: You can be a secretary somewhere?
Me: Yeah, sure, but ...
Saul: You don't think you can do it?
Me: Oh, no I can ...
Saul: Can you type?
Me: Yes.
Saul: Can you use a computer?
Me: Yes.
Saul: Can you address envelopes?
Me: I can!
Saul: So that is something you could do!