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who don't know...

...his grandfather Prescott...

...is our esteemed senator

from Connecticut.

My father's running for Congress

in Texas.

Yeah.

Planning on following

in their footsteps there, Bushie?

Hell, no. No way in the world

I'd wanna do that.

Congressman George Bush.

May I please speak with my son?

- Daddy's on the phone.

- Hey, tell your mom I said hi.

- Wait here. I'll be right back.

- Help us out here, Bush.

- I'll be right back.

- Don't forget about us.

Hello, Pop. Is that you?

What's this about?

What kind of trouble you in now?

Oh, it's penny ante. I swear, Poppy.

Hey, we beat Princeton.

Won the darn championship.

We were tearing down the goal posts.

I was hanging on the crossbar.

But they arrested me on account of

me being head cheerleader, I'm sure.

Hill and Dowling had great games.

I mean, we kicked their butts.

The only thing better than beating

Princeton, beating Harvard.

You beat both of them when you won

the championship.

Went to the first

College World Series.

The first two college national

championships.

Forty-seven and '48.

Right after you were born.

There are still photos of you...

... and that team up on the walls

of Delta Kappa.

Tell you, things in this life

you wish you could go back, do over.

I could field, but I couldn't hit.

Went 0 for 3 against Cal in the finals.

How history goes.

Still, you were on the greatest

Yale baseball team of all time.

My father

would've kicked the crap out of me...

... if I ended up

where you are now, Junior.

They're gonna let me go, Poppy.

I have to get out of New Jersey

and promise never to come back.

Which is okey-dokey with me.

Don't work that way, Junior.

Not to me, not to this family.

Now, I'm getting you out of this,

this time.

I don't wanna get

any more phone calls like this again.

Ever.

- You hear me?

- Yes, sir.

- Where is your grease gun?

- It's up there.

Quit messing with me.

- Manuel.

- Get your butt back in here.

I thought you just wanted me

to go up there just now.

Sh*t.

- What happened?

- I think the bearing stopped.

- Hey, watch this for me, will you?

- Okay.

- Watch it.

- Okay.

Hey, Miguel.

- Is that too hot?

- Yeah.

Damn.

I need some help out here.

Bush, what you doing off the floor?

Shift's not over till 1800.

I'm having a drink, sir.

Get back there.

The motor's overheating.

I need every swinging dick I got.

Yeah, I know that.

But, sir, you see, I'm about parched.

You know, I just need

a couple of minutes here.

You already had your break. This ain't

some fancy-ass lvy League school.

Now, haul that butt of yours

back out to your motor...

...before something else happens.

All right. You know, sir...

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