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minor league ball in El Paso...

the Sun Kings.

My daddy used to take me

to those games.

God gave us baseball to make up

for the industrial revolution.

I'll have the omelet

and the sliced fruit.

You might have to wait

for that omelet.

All right.

Make way. Coming through.

Hot stuff here.

Make way.

Had to start

without you, boss.

Did you flip

any of our singles yet?

Had to.

Leaner won't come down.

I hit it twice.

Shoot. Make way. My turn.

- You cheated.

- Hey, take it easy.

It's only a game.

Put the knife away.

What's going on here?

Cruz just found this knife.

I'll bring it

to the lost and found.

Cruz, the knife.

Bertrand, inside.

Come on, Chris. What do you

think your father would say...

if he was told about this?

Not much really.

He took a vow to silence.

He's a monk now.

Your father's a monk?

Yeah. He lives in a monastery

north of Miami.

When was the last time

you saw him?

About three years ago.

I was nine then.

What did he say?

You remember?

Yeah. He said that

the purpose of life...

is to love everything...

even flies.

Chris, did your father ever

consult with a psychiatrist?

What for?

He talks to God.

Tell me something

about your mom.

Guys her age are always

trying to nail her.

Nail her?

You don't know what

that means? Nail her?

Yeah, I know

what it means, Chris.

Does she work?

Very hard. We're trying

to save up for a house...

for when my dad gets back.

What kind of work?

She's a waitress

and a bartender.

I got three jobs.

Hey, Chris...

you like her very much,

don't you?

Sometimes.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Tell me when

you don't like her.

When she forgets

she's a mom.

Look, Chris,

I've enjoyed speaking to you.

Chris? And I think that

it would probably be...

a good idea if we did

this again sometime.

What do you think?

Anything beats

sitting around in class...

with Smethurst the worst.

Hey, Chris,

no more blades, OK?

OK.

- And send your buddy in here.

- OK.

You owe me one, Fidel.

Run, run!

Move, move, move!

Run, Tracy, run!

Run!

Go back, go back!

What?

Come on, Tracy!

Out!

You dumb son of a b*tch!

Will you throw home?

Come on, Tracy!

Hi, smoothie.

I thought you said

I was a hot dog.

My mom's team is playing

like a bunch of bozos.

How about a smoothie?

- Sure.

- On the house.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

My boss is making me

cut back on the fruit.

- How do you like it?

- Delicious.

Oh, please.

This is your first time

in public?

Thought if you could wear this,

we could go steady.

I just don't want

all the other guys...

thinking that

you're not my girl.

Hey, ump!

Jetty, what the hell

are you doing?

Come on, Oakley,

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