Kid Galahad Page #4

but without the lecture.

I wouldn't want to keep you

from your customers.

Okay, thank you.

Time.

Joie, please, take your time in there.

Hey, Walter, in case you want to duck

once in a while...

it ain't against the rules.

- This sort of thing is legal?

- You don't need a license to be stupid.

I'll lay you 3-to-1,

the kid don't last the round.

What happened? Did Joie trip?

Joie, please.

We can't afford to get knocked

out by this zombie.

Joie! Joie, can't you hear me?

I didn't mean to knock him out.

Getting a little uncomfortable in here,

you know.

Do I still get my $5?

About the $5...

Make sure this pigeon don't get away.

- You guys ready to go?

- Sure.

Hey, Joie. Come on.

How are we supposed to sing without you?

What did you hit me with? A bomb?

- Just one of those things.

- Come on, Joie. Let's go.

I think they want you over there.

Come on, why don't you come

and sing with us? Come on.

And you can sing, too?

Come on, let's get a cup of coffee.

These guys are going steady now.

You know, that Walter's a very nice kid.

Never mind how nice he is.

I hear enough of that from Dolly.

I told her the only important thing

about him is...

he's got an ax in his right hand,

and a bowling ball for a head.

How come the punches don't bother him?

Just one of those things, Willy.

He's the kind of guy you hit on the chin

and nothing disconnects.

- Marciano had it, remember?

- Yeah.

You know, he don't even blink

when he's belted.

- Like there was no fuse up there to blow.

- That's what I was thinking.

There ought to be a dollar to be made

with that kind of a knot head.

I'm keeping him around.

I've learned enough about human nature

to know the world's full of jerks...

and they'll love this guy on TV.

Come on, Willy, what's the matter with you?

All he's ever had

was a few lousy fights in the army.

He can't even hold up his hands.

- He can learn, can't he?

- Oh, yeah, "He can learn, can't he?"

Like a calf learns not to walk

on the tracks after it's been hit by a train.

Let's not worry about him, huh, Lew?

Another beer?

Dolly said she was putting a fresh pot

of coffee on.

Okay.

Hey, what'd Dolly say when she heard...

the finance company put the clamp

on your convertible?

She didn't waste much time with that.

She was more teed-off over Otto's

bird-dogs moving in.

- That'll be another dime, Howie, dear.

- Here you go, fatso.

- Howie, where's your fighter?

- He went in the kitchen with Golden Boy.

Oh, it's Ralphie.

I'm sorry. It wouldn't have happened...

but he don't know how to behave himself

with a lady.

- Thanks, Galahad.

- What?

Look. There's one thing

I want to make perfectly plain.

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