Grudge Match Page #9

I swear to God, I never saw him.

Jesus!

You guys all right?

You guys Okay?

Pay-per-view! Pay-per-view!

Pay-per-view!

- It's gonna be real.

Can you believe this?

I'm not believing

you brought this boy to the bar.

We're going to the movies.

We will. We're just gonna

celebrate for a little bit, okay?

Keep an eye on him, Joey, okay?

Now you all have to chug!

Now we all have to chug!

Let's you and I get out of here.

Well, I can't, I got him, so...

He's fine. He's having fun.

Look. Time of his life.

Come on.

We'll be quick about it.

What do you think?

Will it leave a scar?

Well, it's running right

along your hairline,

so I doubt you'll notice a thing.

- Unless I go bald.

- Which, of course, you won't.

You won't, I promise.

But if you do...

...you're gonna be one

smoking hot bald lady with

a little scar that I'd

love to hang outwith.

- Okay. You folks have a good evening.

- Same.

- Thank you.

Look at the two of you.

Who would have thunk it?

Lightning, hi.

- Good to see you, Sally.

- Hi.

Strange how life works out, huh?

Oh, I'm flashing on to a stripper

I knew once in Korea.

She never charged me. Not even

for the most daring requests.

I keep hoping I'd run

into her again someday.

- Her and her ping-pong ball.

- Ooh. Hey.

I'm just saying, seeing the two

of you together gives me hope.

Aw, that's sweet.

- No, it's not.

- I think.

You look good. So how you feeling?

- Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine. No big deal at all.

- Good.

Listen, can I talk to

you for a minute?

- So, what'd you want to talk about?

- Call it.

Come on, I wasn't paying attention.

When were you going to tell me

you're blind in one eye?

How'd you know?

How'd I know? When that bum

b*tch-slapped you at the UFC fight.

A two-year-old could've seen that

coming. When were you gonna tell me?

What happened?

A crucible blew up at the yard

a couple of years ago.

Detached the retina. I

thought it would heal.

I figured I could get by.

"Get by"? Not only did

you put Sally at risk...

...if he finds out he can hit you

on the right, he can kill you.

Then I go to my left.

I need to do this, Light.

Look, I know you're doing this for my

sake and I appreciate it. Believe me.

It's too dangerous.

We gotta call off the fight.

I'm tired. Have you seen Kid?

No. You know, go over

there and try his office.

He's cute.

You're cute.

You look exactly

like Angelina Jolie.

Kid?

You in here?

Kid?

- Holy sh*t!

- Trey!

- What are you doing?

- You scared me!

Stop the car!

- Why is your shirt off?

- Stop the car. Turn around and stop the car.

- I can't reach the brakes, Grandpa!

- Don't call me Grandpa.

- Get off the seat and press the brake.

- Sir! Go on! Get it!

Press the brake down there.

Go down and press the brake.

Press the brake!

- Ugh.

- Please don't tell my dad.

Oh, no, no. Never. This is our big

dude secret. Never. Lifelong.

Uh-oh.

Oh, my goodness.

- Lightning's right.

- Why is he right?

- Why is he right and I'm wrong?

- You can't do this fight.

- I'm in the best shape I've been in 20 years.

- You can't risk it. Why?

What have you wanted

most for the last 30 years?

This fight...

...or something else?

Excuse me.

Trey? Trey?

Dad!

I turned my back, like,

for a minute. That was it.

Turn your back in a bar? What'd you

say to me? What did you say?

You said, "Dinner, maybe a movie."

Then you took my son to a bar.

Dad, it's not his fault.

Or the naked lady's.

What?

One night I ask you to step up, like a

father, and you can't keep it together.

Come on, BJ. Nobody got hurt.

Everybody's okay. Come on.

"Everybody's okay"?

Who's okay? I'm not okay.

Kid, all right? It's my son.

He means everything to me. A concept

you would never understand.

- Come on.

- No, no. Listen to me.

I'm gonna need you

to stay away from us, okay?

You stay away from me. You stay

away from my son. That's it.

Hey! Look at you.

Still alive, defying the odds. Heh.

Ha, ha. Good one. Makes it a lot

easier for me to say what I gotta say.

- He's out.

- "Out"? What do you mean "out"?

- Fight's off. See you.

- "See you"?

Hey! Wait, ain't

no damn "see you."

Get back here, you wrinkled,

Hobbit-faced son of a b*tch.

I got a contract.

- Razor is gonna fight.

- He's not gonna fight.

Take some of the money your father skimmed

off Razor, get yourself a new guy.

Razor's not gonna fight.

You know what?

Screw you and screw my dad.

You think you the only one

that got ripped off? Huh?

Only thing my dad left

me was a bad reputation,

which is why I need

this to happen.

I got a boy in private school,

which means he has white friends...

...which means he wants

white people sh*t.

He asked me for a bar mitzvah. Any

idea how expensive that sh*t is?

It's expensive!

I feel your pain and I'm sorry your father was

such a prick, but Razor's not doing the fight.

Let me tell you something.

I'll tell you what's...

I'm talking to you.

You not even gonna storm off in a

fast fashion? You gonna walk slow?

For you to walk off makes me look...

Oh, sh*t!

Yo, I gotta take the car back?

Gone astray is the bluebird

Here to stay is the new bird

He sings a love song

As we go along

Dante. This better be good news

because I can't handle anything bad.

- Where are you, Sally Rose?

- Hey.

Hey.

- I've got a really great idea.

- Okay, let's hear it.

How about this?

Ow. Heh, ow.

- We go out of town.

- Yeah?

- Let's get out of here.

- Okay. Let's do it. Where?

Do you remember how we always loved

the Adirondacks and we never went?

- Yeah.

- Millions of times, right?

Right. Millions of leaves.

- And we regretted it, right?

- Yeah.

Well, okay, what? No more regrets?

Jesus! Aah!

You gonna quit again?

Again, you're gonna quit?

- Get out of here, Kid.

- No way. I don't think so.

No, no. I'm not gonna get out of here

till you say you're gonna fight me.

- Oh! What are you doing, you moron?

- Oh, will you look...? I can't believe this.

- Get out of here, Kid.

- Is that why you quit? Because of her?

- Because of her? Did she make you quit?

- Henry.

Hey, you made me wait 30 years to prove

to the world I could kick your ass.

And that's what I'm gonna do,

kick your ass

- You're gonna move on. Move on!

- What, move on?

Now that you got her, you want me

to move on? And what do I got?

Nothing. Nothing.

How do you live with yourself

knowing that we tied?

There was no grudge match.

You never beat me.

I was there! He kicked your ass!

He didn't kick my ass. He knew I wasn't

ready for that fight. He didn't do sh*t.

I lost because I was out of shape.

The first one, I kicked his ass

because I was in shape.

- You're pathetic.

- "You're pathetic."

Go ahead, tell her!

Tell her! Tell her!

- He wasn't ready.

- Yeah, see?

You were afraid of that fight.

Not even a little. I

was gonna knock you out!

- Yeah? Well, let's do it now, then!

- Look at us. What are you talking about?

Yeah, look at us! We're not dead!

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