Stay Hungry Page #2

Joe, you gonna be long?

Mary Tate and Anita

are over at the club...

so why don't

you all go ahead and...

I'll catch up with you later.

Listen, they got

a pool table over there.

You play?

- Where's Joe at?

- Still pumping iron.

Too bad. The band wanted him

to sit in on a set tonight.

Let's don't have any trouble

out of you, huh?

- Don't sweat it, Hayes.

- Don't get on nobody.

See?

What else does this Santo guy do

besides lift weights?

There ain't nothing

Joe don't do.

Man bowls 200...

was near about

an Olympic swimmer...

and before he come here

from Austria...

he was world champion

of curling.

You...

You know what that is?

He's quite a guy, isn't he?

Damn straight.

Corner.

Let me tell you

something, buddy.

When Joe takes

that title next month...

He's...

He's going to have done it all.

You got a hot stick, my man.

Very hot.

Rack 'em up.

Let's hear it for the band!

Anita, now she comes

from Chicago.

Don't flash those greenbacks.

Excuse us.

She teaches down

at the gym twice a week.

What she teach?

Excuse me, Romeo.

Karate. Black belt.

I'm gonna say hello

to my friend over here.

All right.

I'll see you back at the table.

- Hey, hey, buddy!

- Sorry.

What are y'all?

I mean,

y'all are pretty big dudes.

You play football or what?

Yeah. We play for Auburn.

What do you play?

Scatback.

I figured you played

something like that.

What's your name?

Blake. Buck Blake.

Yeah. Thanks, Blake.

"War eagle" now, you hear?

I hear you.

Don't get nervous.

Joe wouldn't care.

You know something?

You look like a swamp.

I've been meaning

to tell you that.

- I look like a what?

- A swamp.

With all that blond hair

and eyes and stuff.

I really like

the way you look...

except for that.

What is that?

Looks like

a little baby squirrel's tail.

Watch out.

Don't get no poop on you, now.

Then last month,

I was in Cozumel for sailfish...

and September,

a bunch of us guys...

get together,

go down to Mexico...

and shoot white-wing dove.

I personally can't see that,

shooting birds.

It's cheaper than shooting craps

and better than shooting people.

I can't see shooting doves.

My dentist had this freezer

filled with doves.

I hate that.

There are so many of them

down there...

that they eat up all the crops.

And as for the crops...

I personally feel

whoever gets there first...

should eat 'em.

How come you told me

you couldn't dance?

Couldn't dance?

Darling, I've been waltzing

since I've been on solid food.

You see?

Excuse me, old buddy.

- We're still dancing.

- Can I talk to you a minute?

Did you tell my buddy

that you played ball at Auburn?

Come on, Craig, let's dance.

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