Stay Hungry Page #2

I've been meaning

to tell you that.

- I look like a what?

- A swamp.

With all that blond hair

and eyes and stuff.

I really like

the way you look...

except for that.

What is that?

Looks like

a little baby squirrel's tail.

Watch out.

Don't get no poop on you, now.

Then last month,

I was in Cozumel for sailfish...

and September,

a bunch of us guys...

get together,

go down to Mexico...

and shoot white-wing dove.

I personally can't see that,

shooting birds.

It's cheaper than shooting craps

and better than shooting people.

I can't see shooting doves.

My dentist had this freezer

filled with doves.

I hate that.

There are so many of them

down there...

that they eat up all the crops.

And as for the crops...

I personally feel

whoever gets there first...

should eat 'em.

How come you told me

you couldn't dance?

Couldn't dance?

Darling, I've been waltzing

since I've been on solid food.

You see?

Excuse me, old buddy.

- We're still dancing.

- Can I talk to you a minute?

Did you tell my buddy

that you played ball at Auburn?

Come on, Craig, let's dance.

Yes, I did,

but I was just kidding.

Well, you're a liar.

I watch every game they play.

They ain't got no scatback.

And they ain't got nobody

named Blake either.

You understand

what I'm saying to you?

Hey, big fella,

we don't want no hassle.

Then stay out of it.

We're just having

a good time here.

You met my buddy Blake.

He's having a good time.

Come on, now. Take it easy.

If I told you once,

I told you a thousand times...

it ain't right.

It just ain't right!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it!

Excuse me.

How's it going?

It's gonna be all right.

Let me see. Come here.

You got hit.

Who are you?

Joe Santo.

Santo.

I'm sorry.

I just came in here--

Hey, were you

really curling champion?

That thing with the ice

and the brooms?

Yep. Why don't you wash off?

I'm sure you'll be all right.

We'll wait for you outside, OK?

All right. Good.

Sorry I wasn't here to help.

Hey, Blake, is this house

for sale or what?

No, not exactly.

It's my parents' house.

They on vacation?

No. They're dead.

Then it's yours.

No, it's theirs.

If they're dead,

it's got to be yours.

Shut up, you a**hole.

Do you know that you have

the most gorgeous collection...

of cut glass out there?

That's my grandmother

you're looking at there.

That was her favorite chair.

Look, Mary...

that whole thing

ought to be in a museum.

Hey, Craig!

Been looking for you. Lunch.

How you feeling?

Got up a little late.

I wish you'd wind your clock

every once in a while.

I had to beat 'em

with ol' Lester here.

- The big server.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

I assume

you acquired that ear...

on one of your more peculiar

pursuits of higher meaning?

That's right.

Don't y'all ever get tired of

these damn club sandwiches?

I'm gonna order hash

up here one day.

They wouldn't serve it to you.

Harold!

I want some

red flannel hash, Harold.

Guess whose hands

are over your eyes...

and win yourself

a sweet surprise.

Amy, don't encourage him.

Golda Meir.

No, you big silly,

but you get a kiss anyway.

Listen, dearies,

I am having the awfulest time...

finding an authentic

for my party this year.

Can't some

of you young bucks help?

Like that one-man band guy

that fell in his drum?

No. You know, anything

authentic for the bridge room.

Craig, be a muffin

and find something for me...

will you, honey?

You got the right man, Amy.

He knows every weirdo in town.

That's three horses.

What?

You can send me a check, Halsey.

You bet.

Wait up a sec.

I'll walk out with you.

Don't bother.

I'll let you know

when I've got it wrapped up.

You sure, now?

Eleven.

Good. Come on, now.

Push it up.

Stand it up. Twelve.

Twelve.

Twelve.

You should've had fifteen.

Them judges will read

them quadriceps like road maps.

How's the promotion going?

Good. Good.

Got 40 entries already.

Good.

Guys coming in

from all over the country...

but there ain't a one of 'em

gonna be able to touch you...

by the time we get through.

They talk about

that Doug Stewart from Amarillo.

Well, Doug Stewart

is gonna mess up his britches...

when he sees you.

Because with your body,

my know-how...

we're going all the way.

Where's all the way?

Don't give me

that mealy-mouthed crap, Santo.

A month from now...

you'll be rich as cream

and feeling fine.

I feel fine already.

Why don't you put

some weight on the bar, p*ssy?

Hey, man. Thor, here.

Are you here for a workout?

- Maybe.

- Great.

Santo, come on. Let's go.

I was hoping you and l

could talk a little business.

Yeah? What kind of business?

I was curious if you'd--

I ain't got

no time for curiosity.

Besides, this is Saturday.

You want to see me,

call me during business hours.

Hey. He's been drinking.

Blake, now...

Santo's got bicep femoris

to think about.

Now, by God,

you better not bother him.

Make the thighs burn.

Good.

You can't grow without burning.

It's the repetition

that defines the muscle.

Do it faster.

Get the blood into the legs.

Come on. Just keep

the tension on the pecs.

Yes. Isn't it much harder?

I think we had something

like this at school.

I'm not sure

I still got the form down here.

Tell me if I'm doing this right.

Is that it?

I never do that one.

Say...

what is this Batman routine

of yours?

Is that for concentration

or what?

Not really.

I think it's funny.

It adds a little humor

to the workouts.

You should have seen me

last year.

I wore a frogman outfit.

Everybody was laughing.

Just keep

right on talking, Santo.

Remember,

they don't judge lip muscles.

They judge thighs,

they judge legs...

they judge backs, but no lips.

I can't wait until

this whole thing is over, man.

Be sure and turn them lights off

before you leave.

Say, what is there,

one Mr. Something after another?

How about galaxy?

Is there a Mr. Galaxy?

Listen, I don't care about

these titles.

But if I win this one,

I could make enough money...

to pay Thor back

all the debts I owe him.

What kind of debts?

He's the one who brought me

over here from Austria.

He got me a working permit...

helped me with the visa,

things like that.

Anyway,

I could pay him back...

with the money

I make from endorsements.

Endorsements.

That's like selling your name,

isn't it?

Yeah, but it doesn't bother me.

Names don't mean

any more to me than titles.

I've got some relatives

who'd argue with you about that.

Terrible sign, isn't it?

No. I like it.

Good-bye, Mother.

- Whose old car's that?

- I'll introduce you.

Joe Santo,

Mary Tate Farnsworth...

Dorothy Stephens.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Hi. Right back at you, hon.

Had your breakf--I'm sorry!

Gosh, that was alive, isn't it?

Everybody smile.

All right. Come on, Bill.

Let's go down this way.

What was your father?

He was a sculptor and a teacher.

Excuse me for being so direct.

I've always heard that...

that...

people of

your profession were...

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