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they in California
'cause he got a
postcard from Disneyland.
Jesus.
He so dumb, it's adorable.
- That's her?
- That's her.
Hmm.
I was expecting someone older.
Oh, that's her.
That's the one we want.
That's Mickey.
Why'd they have to choose
us for this stupid article?
Because you won that day.
"Children's games
become their career."
"Proud mother
Margaret 'Mickey' Dawson
"watches her son
Bo smash a volley."
Bo, why don't we
focus on today's game?
You didn't wake me up.
I didn't know you were playing today.
You didn't say anything.
I never play tennis on Sundays, huh?
Well...
Why would I play tennis on Sundays?
I'm just...
Hey, Bo, what do
I do every Sunday?
Tennis. Play tennis.
Okay.
Why do I have to wake up
to that neighbor's dog?
How many times have we told him?
"Keep it locked up."
Hey, Frank, your
name's in the paper.
For the Club Championship?
No, it's actually
about the kids.
You know, the
kids playing tennis?
Oh, oh, look at that!
It's the two of you there.
Yeah.
That's a nice picture of Bo.
You look stressed, honey.
Listen, since I'm, uh, going down
to Freeport the end of the week...
I told you about that, right?
I don't know. You might have.
Yeah, I'm sure I did.
Group of investors coming
all the way from Japan.
Can you believe it?
So, I figured,
why not fly down to South Beach.
Tonight.
With Bo? See your folks.
Get him settled,
then I'll hop on the shuttle to Freeport.
What do you think, Bo?
Sound like fun?
I just don't see why
all of a sudden he has to go.
How many times?
You don't say "he."
You know who I mean.
That's not the point, all right?
He, your father,
will be in Freeport,
and he thought it would be nice
for you guys to fly down together
He'll probably
check out the camp.
You know, he loves
watching you. So...
He loves to tell me what
to do. He doesn't know sh*t.
Well, does he?
Hello. This is the
residence of Ordell Robbie.
What you got?
Okay.
So, the builder man
you sent us out to?
Yeah. Shelby.
Hmm, that's right,
Mr. Ray Shelby.
He told me Frank gonna be gone
all this week starting tomorrow.
Tomorrow? That fast?
"Hey, let's make it a party.
Why don't you bring your friend Frank?"
He told me, "Frank? Frank's leaving
town tomorrow with his son."
"We got a party right here, don't we?"
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
leaving town with his son?
Listen, Bo.
What?
When you get back...
Not now, 'cause we don't have enough time,
but... Um...
For what?
A talk.
You know, cut all the baloney
and just tell each other
how we really feel.
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