The Color of Money Page #8

So I got to cover

your ass now?

No. You got to

save it.

Why should I?

I'll be in

the green room.

Stings like a b*tch,

don't it?

Yes, it does.

You got brass, man.

I'll give you that.

You want my game?

You couldn't deal

with my game.

I ain't got a leg to stand on,

but I'm asking you.

Shove it!

Don't do that.

I call the shots.

I don't have that many games

left in me.

God! You used us!

You used me!

Yes, I did...

but you're in Atlantic City now

with the big boys.

You're not back there

playing around with baby dolls.

Think about it.

It's a wash.

About all that

other stuff...

I don't take

much pride in that.

It's even,

but it ain't settled.

Let's settle it.

Why should I?

How long do you want me to fry?

You want to play kick the dog

for the rest of your life?

Come on.

Let's clean it up.

You want to play for the envelope?

Is that it?

Whatever.

Thank you.

Eddie,

what will you do...

when I kick

your ass?

Pick myself up

and let you kick me again.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Just don't put the money

in the bank, kid.

If I don't

whip you now...

I'll whip you

next month in Dallas.

Houston.

Houston, Dallas.

If not, a month after that

in New Orleans.

What makes you

so sure?

Hey, I'm back.

# I feel so

doggone lonely #

# Today just

isn't my day #

# When I got home

this mornin' #

# I found a letter

on my bed #

# When I opened up

that letter #

# I broke right down

and cried #

# She said, now, daddy,

I hate to leave you #

# Oh, yeah #

# But I'm in love

with another guy #

# Oh no, no #

# I couldn't believe #

# I couldn't believe

she wrote it #

# So I read her letter again #

# And when I was finished #

# The tears came down

like rain #

# The more I read

this doggone letter #

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