A stumblebum drunk comes into a rich neighborhood looking for jobs. At one house, the owner asks how much he would charge to paint the porch. "Fifty dollars." "Fine! The paint and brushes are in the garage." He goes in the house, and tells his wife what a great deal he's made. Twenty minutes later, there's a knock at the door. "Are you done already?" "Sure. Washn't that hard. Oh, by the way--that ain't no porch, issa Ferrari."