Manglehorn Page #2

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and a mind reader.

And you were my own private president.

Yes.

Big money.

You got that wrong, hon?

Manglehorn. Hey, coach.

Hit the jackpot?

- That's it.

- Yeah.

Here comes that damn Gary. He just

makes me so nervous I could spit.

- I'll catch you around after a while.

- Okay.

- Remember, today is your lucky day.

- Alright.

Manglehorn! Manglehorny,

it's good to see you.

- It's good to see you.

- Yeah. Good seeing you, Gary.

Long time no see, man.

Can I get you a drink?

You guys know each other?

- No.

- Hey, hi.

- It's nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

Check it out. That's Jasmine.

She's the new girl that works with me.

- She is fresh.

- Yeah.

- I know.

- It's been a while, man.

It has, Gary. It has. You know.

I'm doing alright, you know,

just hangin' in.

Just trying to play a game here.

- There you go.

- Okay, take care.

When are you gonna come down

check out the new salon?

- Salon?

- You didn't know?

Oh, my God, I got 3, 4, 5,

6 tanning beds now.

- That's good for you then.

- We do massages. It's more than good.

It's excellent.

Oh, speaking of which, check this out.

You know, I do 6000 crunches a day

just for this card. Here, check it out.

I look like a Lebanese strong man.

- Got some nice tits in there.

- You do.

Just had it made, homie.

Beautiful photo. Really good.

No, seriously, come on, man.

I miss you. Come on down, take a look.

- Yeah, alright, Gary.

- We're doing massages now. Real ho stuff.

- Thanks, Jasmine.

- Here you go.

- Oh, well, thank you. Thank you, dear.

- You're welcome.

Good stuff, man, good stuff.

Anyway, Jasmine, this dude is a hero.

He was my little league baseball coach.

Probably the greatest genius

of little league of all time.

And he had his little kid, Jacob Manglehorn

his son, was almost retarded.

The dude had like a hunchback, crow's feet,

always sweating twitchin' out, nervous.

He used to walk like a monkey.

We always thought he was

a queer bait but in truth,

he was just a little guy kinda confused,

and I feel bad about it

kinda like a little

Michael J. Fox bowl cut.

What am I gonna do...

Anyway, coach, I heard he's doin' good,

your son. I heard he's rich. Is that true?

Yeah, he's a real stud.

A real son of a prick.

That's how it goes, my man!

All those nerds in high school.

They read all those books,

page 1, chapter 6. I have no idea

what the hell you're talking about.

Gary. Gary. You wanna shut up, Gary?

- Okay? Just tone it down a little.

- Nothin'. Nothin' resonates.

Anyway, coach...

sorry about rambling, man.

You know, it's okay, Gary.

Listen, do me a favor.

I like... I enjoy seein' you,

just leave me alone now.

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