Leatherheads Page #3

end up back in the mines.

This isn't exactly the cream

of America's work force.

They don't have a lot of options.

Sh*t!

I'll read you what he had to say.

"I regret to inform you

that Perennial Starch

"is hereby terminating our

sponsorship of the Duluth Bulldogs."

So that's it, fellas.

It's the end of the line for us.

This will be your last paycheque.

From here on out, you're on your own.

But I want to say what a privilege

it's been to coach you boys.

What you've done on the

field has been amazing.

Big Gus, I want to say to

you, son, thank you for coming.

- Name?

- Connelly.

Dodge Connelly.

- Age?

- 38.

How do you mean?

Are you a welder or a machinist

or a pipe fitter? You know, skills.

I got you.

Did you serve in the war?

- Yes.

- Well, you must have learnt a trade there.

Not one you'd like.

Mr Connelly, if you

have no trade skills,

how have you made a living

in the last 20 years?

- A cup of coffee. How much is coffee?

- 10 cents.

Here's 15. You keep it.

Now I can buy that

house I always wanted.

And while only halfway

through the Princeton season,

Carter "the Bullet" Rutherford has

piled on a whopping 14 touchdowns

and 720 yards.

We spoke to the Medal of

Honor winner after the game.

- Carter, how you feeling?

- Feel pretty good, Mac.

Their defence just kept coming at you,

but I figured I might get around them

if I just put my mind to it.

Guess I've learnt something

from dodging those Jerries.

And that's the kind of bravery

on display every Saturday, folks.

The kind of fearlessness that brings

in those fans by the thousands.

Some 40,000 people on

hand just last Saturday.

Now here's a little ditty

I'm sure you'll all know.

I'm trying to reach CC

Frazier. Do you know how...

Well, why can't you tell me?

Listen, my name's Connelly.

It's about football.

I've never heard of you, either, Miss.

No, what I... Hello?

Sheez!

- 'Cause I said I liked your dress?

- Stop saying that!

- It's true.

- It's boring.

- It's all I wanted to say.

- I'm starting to think it's all you can say.

- What's your name?

- Leonard.

Leonard, you better run along

before my fianc gets here.

He's far less tolerant of

your existence than I am.

There's no reason to be angry. I

was simply paying you a compliment.

Stop it. You're just acting like a big

baby 'cause you miss your mother's bosoms.

- My mother's what?

- Her bosoms, you goof!

You're substituting my

bosoms for your mother's.

- What? No, I'm not.

- Why not? What's wrong with my bosoms?

Honestly, Miss Littleton, we're in

public. The rules of etiquette apply.

Leonard, it's 1925. There are no rules.

Except that boys like you

are tedious until they're 40,

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