The Hammer & the Butterfly Page #2

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All right, all right, all right!

That's enough!

That's enough.

That was a slip, motherf***er!

Don't go saying you knocked

Malice Blake to the canvas.

Did you fellas see me knock

Malice Blake to the canvas?

Oh!

Man, that's a slip.

Jerry, you still got it, man.

Thanks. Listen.

Someone's going to have to fix that bag.

Ozzie'll do it,

then Ozzie can check

all the rest of 'em, too,

otherwise you're gonna

have a lawsuit on your hands.

Don't worry about it.

You got a heavy left hand.

How come I haven't seen you before?

I teach the 6 P. M. class.

No, I mean I thought

I'd seen every pro in California.

Oh, I'm not a pro.

I just fought some

Golden Gloves, that's all.

So what are you?

Well, up until two hours ago,

I was a carpenter.

So you still have

your amateur status?

Not as a carpenter.

Listen, I'm taking a look

at some prospects tomorrow morning

for the Olympic trials.

No.

No, no, that ship...

That ship sailed a long time ago.

Well, if you change your mind.

The address is on there.

You're Eddie Bell.

Last time I checked.

Jab, cross.

One-two.

Step out with the jab,

little step with the jab,

and then poom!

Turn the hips.

Good job, Shelly.

Push off the back foot.

What is going on here, new girl?

What?

The punch starts

in the ball of the back foot,

travels up the thigh,

through the shoulder,

and out the fist.

Look at your fist as a package

that needs to be delivered.

Now, look at your thigh

as the UPS truck.

Don't hit him with your arm.

Hit him with your thigh and your ass.

Right. Uh.

That was more of a golf cart,

but all right.

Stick your ass out,

suck your elbows in.

Are you trying to take a dump, Tony?

Good face, Jeff.

Come on. Yeah.

How'd you get your shiner?

Oh, let's just say a client

got a little out of hand.

I feel like prostitution

should be legal, you know?

I'm a lawyer.

Public defender.

Oh, yeah.

No, I figured that.

I'm just saying, apropos of nothing.

It's a victimless crime.

You know.

How'd you get yours?

Trick got out of hand

on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Punch with your hips, everybody.

Hey, Jerry.

What's going on, Jeff?

I'm entering my first tournament.

Fantastic.

You've been boxing for like four weeks.

You think that's a good plan?

Oh, I'm ready for this one.

It's the Gay Games.

Yeah, but, Jeff, you're not gay.

No, no, but they don't check.

That's the beauty of it.

I figure I'll get a little

competitive experience, you know?

Kick a little ass.

I don't know, I've seen

some of those guys.

They're pretty ripped.

Come on, you think

I'm gonna lose to a guy

who enters the ring

to Barbara Streisand?

Uh, I think you'd lose

to Barbara Streisand.

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