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Or we can call the judge,

and you can go to jail.

Hey, you decide.

Don't expect

me to train.

- And lose the hat tomorrow.

- Lose the gum.

Good morning, ladies.

How's your neck?

Feeling better?

- It feels much better.

- Good, good.

Now, remember, stretch.

Yeah?

Morning, Haley.

- Hey.

- Be with you in a minute.

Now... Well, you know

about your daughter.

Your daughter is

the best one, I've gotta say.

I've never seen

anything quite like her.

We'd like to fast-track her

towards becoming an elite.

- That's 20 hours a week.

- Well, she's a star.

- She's six.

- Oh...

I've got two other kids.

That is a big commitment.

We'd have her nationally ranked

by the time she's ten.

Olympic track by age 13.

That's the gold.

- You mean the goal.

- Did I say gold?

Well, you see?

I guess Madison and gold

are becoming synonymous for me.

I'll

have the check Tuesday.

- Wonderful.

- Uh, yeah.

You got a lot of people

going to the Olympics.

Just wondering, um,

what country are they gonna

represent? State of Delusion?

- Good, job, girls.

- I'm so hot. It's so hot outside.

Vick! When can we scrap

the old long-sleeve leotards?

We need new ones

for championships.

Every college

will be scouting me.

Not that you have

to worry about any of that.

New leotard might distract,

you know, the judges and scouts

from your lack of talent.

It's a solid strategy.

Gee, Pariah Carey, I wonder

why no one's scouting you.

Oh, I forgot, you don't matter.

That she can even

say the word "college"

is an indictment against

the whole institution.

Hey, Filibuster,

no one cares.

- Wei Wei. Those moves are throwing off your routines.

- Sorry.

Chalk.

Storage closet. Now.

Pretty feet, pretty feet.

Point them hard,

and win the meet.

Very good. Yes.

Dorrie, did you

see the last one?

Wow.

Dj-jealous, Haley?

Bring back memories?

We trained together

at Defrank's for how long?

That would be, uh...

too long.

And he'd give you so much

attention because you sucked.

Right.

Yeah, I sucked

my way to Worlds.

Glad to see you haven't lost

your love of accuracy, Joanne.

Well, at least I didn't make it

all the way to Worlds and...

...um, choke.

Here,

let me show you how,

you little...

Hey!

Stop right now! Stop it!

I said, pointy feet,

not pointy words.

Pointy words

are mouth turds. God!

I'm OK. She's crazy.

I'm so jealous of Joanne

that I've actually

already memorized

her preschool beam routine.

Hey, easy.

I choreographed that routine.

Your secret is safe with me.

We got some finger-flickin'

good choreography.

And the classic butt shelf.

Joanne, how embarrassing.

Then we have some

useless bits of fluff

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