The Phenom Page #8

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- Yeah.

- Yeah, she didn't tell you that?

- No.

Well, she was never

the bragging type, you know.

I'll give her that.

High-school sweethearts die hard.

Champ, beware.

Well, you know what?

- I started talking to Dorothy last night.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, we talked for five hours.

- Five hours?

- Five hours.

- You're Chatty Cathy, huh?

- I guess so.

- You think you love her?

- I think so.

- Hm.

You know how to do that, huh?

Love somebody.

I need someone.

I think, she doesn't like, she...

- I have to communicate.

- Yeah, right.

- Or she gets pissed.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

So you don't even care, huh?

You just, you let her wear the pants?

Yeah, sometimes. I guess.

What are you doing here, horse, hm?

I mean,

I taught you everything I know already.

You got my two cents.

But you knew that.

But here you are.

You just come to see the old man, huh?

Your old man who's not worth a damn.

I mean, the fact that you

would come here to see me,

before your big...

It's a big game, you know.

It is.

I mean...

Show me what you're made of,

why don't you?

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