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going on here.

No. W-Well- I- I think you're awesome.

I think that you're a great guy.

So what's the problem?

You think that I'm, like,

this stripper, and I'm not.

I'm a mom.

I have responsibilities.

I have a son.

Anyway, you don't want

that f***in' luggage, so-

What if I do?

I can't go there.

- What about the other day?

- It was a mistake.

It didn't feel like a mistake to me.

The club and the real world-

they don't mix.

I don't know. I'll tell you,

I think that's a lot of bullshit...

because I think you still feel something.

You're a customer, okay? You're a f***ing customer.

I don't go out with customers.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Hey, can I have some tequila over here, please?

Sure.

I tell you what. Here.

- What's that?

- I want a dance.

Stop it.

What's the matter?

You gonna refuse a paying customer?

- I want a goddamn dance, sweetheart.

- F*** you!

- Get up there and move your ass. Squeeze your titties together.

- F*** off!

- Shake your f***ing ass-

- F*** you!

- Ram!

- And pretend you like me!

- Gimme a goddamn dance!

- Get the f*** outta here!

- Ram! Let's take it outside.

- Want a drink, my man?

No, I'm okay.

Oh, God.

- Ram! Hey, man. What's happening?

- Hey, Larry.

How ya doin' What are you doing here?

I thought you retired.

- I did. I just came to see the show.

- Well, come in.

Come on, man. Of course.

Straight in.

Ram! Ram!

Hey, what's up there?

I haven't seen you for a while.

All good?

Yeah!

One, two, three!

- Hey!

- Ram!

- You guys were great.

- What's up? Did you like it?

- Yeah, it was a hell of a show.

- Appreciate it, man.

- You were fast. You looked good.

- 'Cause of this guy, man.

- Nah, 'cause of this guy.

- Hey. What's important- they liked you.

- Exactly.

- They did. They loved it.

- So how you been, man?

- Well, hanging and swinging, brother.

- You swing. I get a couple drinks.

- Get a drink? You buying?

- I'll buy for you.

- Yeah, you buying.

Fifty even.

Oh. Thanks, Meliss.

- You know, I know who you are.

- Well, cheers.

Mmm.

My brother used to have your poster on his door.

Well, your brother's got good taste.

Yeah, it was a pretty hot picture.

So, what are you doing in our town of Rahway?

We did a show over at the rec center tonight.

Wrestling.

Wow. So you still wrestle?

- Still jumping off the top rope.

- Oh, wow.

That's hot.

So, uh, do you want to party?

Party?

What do you call party?

I don't know.

Party like a fireman party.

Oh, sh*t, that's speedy.

Oh!

Oh, get a f***ing room.

Oh, yeah!

Oh.

Oh. Ooh.

Oh, f***.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh- Oh, sh*t!

F***!

Goddamn it!

Hey, uh, is Stephanie home?

Steph, guess who finally decided to show up.

Yeah, he's standing outside.

No, I don't want to do that.

I've seen you get stressed out. I don't want you to be stressed.

Let me get this a**hole out.

- Just don't, don't say anything.

- Hey.

- Who said you could come in?

- What are you doing in here?

- I'm sorry, Stephanie. I'm so sorry.

- No, get the f*** out!

- I'm gonna handle this, okay? I can handle this.

- Obviously not.

- I can handle this!

- Oh, come on. I'm sorry I screwed this up.

- I'm so sorry.

- Wait. Don't worry.

- I just- You don't have to leave.

- I'll be back.

F***.

I waited in that restaurant for two hours-

Two f***ing hours-

telling myself, "Maybe something happened.

Maybe he's stuck in traffic. "

But, no! You just keep doing the same sh*t to me

over and over again!

I know, and I apologize.

Look, I apologize.

I got a lot of stuff

swimming around in my head...

and I went out and had a drink,

and another drink, and I just spaced.

- That is tough sh*t!

- Goddamn it. Why do I do this to you?

Because you are a f***-up!

You're a living, breathing f***-up...

and I cannot f***ing do it anymore!

I can't stand it! I can't f***ing cry for you!

I can't f***ing do it anymore!

I can't f***ing-

- You are a f***ing a**hole!

- Calm down. Stop.

- You are an a**hole! You're a f***ing a**hole!

- Calm down. Calm down.

- Go f*** yourself! Go f***-

- Calm down. Calm down.

- Do not touch me! I f***ing hate you!

- I'm sorry. I know.

- I f***ing hate you!

- I know you hate me. I know you do.

I know you hate me.

- Calm down.

- You know what? I don't care.

I don't hate you.

I don't love you.

I don't even like you.

- And I was stupid to think that you could change.

- I can- I can change.

- I don't care.

- Come on.

There is no more fixing this.

It's broke. Permanently.

And I'm okay with that.

It's better.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I don't ever want to see you again.

Look at me.

I don't want to see you.

I don't want to hear you.

I am done.

Do you understand?

Done.

Get out.

Twenty-seven.

Here. A pound of German potato salad, please.

Okay.

A little less.

Less.

A little less.

A little more.

Little more, little more.

Okay.

Hey, Stevie.

A little more.

A little less.

Little less.

Quarter pound of Swiss.

A little less.

At last.

What's with the line? Let's pick things up.

All right? It's rush hour.

Come on, people.

Let's pick it up. Where's Katie?

I'm here.

Oh, you're here.

You're at your job. Great.

Have a nice day, lady.

Go. Go, go, go.

Thirty-one.

Thirty-one.

Yeah, can I get-

- Do I know you from somewheres?

- No.

You just look so damn familiar.

- You Teamsters?

- What are you having?

Uh, can I get a half-pound of Virginia ham...

- half-pound of the Jarlsberg?

- Yeah.

I know I know you from someplace.

I don't know.

- You play softball?

- Nah.

And you're not one

of Mikey Bosch's buddies, right?

Never heard of the guy.

Wait a second.

Randy the Ram?

- No.

- The wrestler from the '80s?

- Ram Jam?

- No.

That's freaky.

- You look just like the dude.

- Yeah?

Except older.

Ah!

Ah! Ah! Goddamn it!

Blood!

Randy- Randy, there are customers!

- You little prick! You gonna talk to me the way you do? Huh?

- Randy!

I f***ing quit!

- I quit. All right?

- What the f***, man?

Want some f***ing cheese, lady?

- Huh? Get your own f***ing cheese!

- F***ing lunatic!

- Oh, f***!

- Are you crazy?

Ah, f***! I quit!

Goddamn it, I quit!

God- I'm out of here!

Ah, sh*t.

Ah, f***.

Oh, Robin.

Robin. Robin, man.

It's Randy. Randy.

- Listen. I want to do it.

- You want to do what?

- I want back in. Fanfest.

- With Bob?

- Just tell him it's back on.

- I have no money to pay you.

Hey, man, I don't give a sh*t.

I just wanna wrestle. That's right.

Okay. You got it, brother.

Too many slaves in this world

Bondage is over the human race

They believe slaves always lose

And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned

God bless ya

- They're gonna break their chains

- Hey

- No, you can't stop them

- God bless ya

They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your

- I want him in bed by 11:00. Okay? Yeah.

- 11:
00.

I don't want him to bargain.

Hey. Bye, monkey.

Bounce back on the ropes,

flips him out to the stands!

Ali gets back up, kicks him!

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