Break Point

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Davenport to serve.

Out!

What? My God.

That was in.

Be honest. Dude, you saw that.

That was right on the line.

Seriously? Call stands.

Brad, that ball was on the line.

Please don't do this to me.

Jimmy, he made the call,

and I confirmed.

You're really gonna

take his side? Look at him.

Does he look like

a man who can see?

After we went to

elegant girls that time,

you're gonna f*ck me over on this?

It was out.

I never told your wife.

And as I've

said numerous times before,

I went back to

the hotel room alone

after getting one dance

in the champagne room.

I don't believe

you fucked a stripper, man.

That is a terrible, terrible idea.

Do not do that again.

Is it too hard to get a hawkeye

camera up in this shit?

Serve the ball, long-shorts.

Whoo!

Dude, would you

cheer up, please?

We made the quarters.

That's four grand each.

We lost, Jimmy.

I thought I could learn from

playing with a journeyman.

Five minutes after the match,

you're drinking a beer.

Well, this is actually gin

that I just poured

into an empty beer can

because I couldn't find a cup.

Well, you can drink

all you want now, Jimmy,

'cause we are done.

Hey, Mr. price. Hey, Barry.

So Mrs. whist will be back

from sabbatical next year.

You should try to sub

for seventh grade,

so you can be my teacher again.

Let's not get crazy, Barry.

Seventh grade's a little

out of my league.

So, If you're

a substitute teacher,

then you're technically

unemployed right now.

Yeah, yeah.

So you want to

hang out this summer?

Yeah, I'm gonna be busy.

With what?

With a lot of stuff, you know.

With all those... Things.

Here, let me get

the door for you.

Thanks, Barry. Yeah.

All right. I'm gonna

go this way now, so...

Okay. You have a good summer.

Yeah, you too.

See you, Mr. price.

What up, Linda?

Here we go.

Hey, dad, guess what?

I give up. What?

I made the quarterfinals at the corona

classic with that kid, Davenport.

Yeah, good for you.

Thank you, good for me.

And then the kid dropped me.

You know? Well.

Talking about, It's time

for me to hang it up. Now?

But you've only been playing

tennis for eight years too long.

Fire her, dad.

So, If hanging it up

is what you want to do...

No, dad, no. I'm not

hanging it up.

I'm gonna make a run

at the open, actually.

Great, If that's

what you want to do.

It is what I want

to do. It's just...

It's hard to find

a good partner.

What do you think

about me asking Darren?

Wow. Yeah, that'd be...

When's the last time

you even saw Darren?

What do you mean?

Like, I saw him...

When did I see him?

He's recently single,

so he might be looking

for something to do.

Just don't pull another

dash Stevens, okay?

Dad, that was 15 years ago.

Come on. What's a dash Stevens?

It's a "who," not a "what." Dash

Stevens was this hotshot pro

that Jimmy left Darren for

when he hit the pro circuit.

They played doubles together.

Jimmy looking out for himself

over his own brother?

Nah. I don't believe it.

Quit defending your

not-so-secret admirer.

Jimmy... What?

Quit flicking Brock's penis.

Fine.

What are you, 12?

Hey, Mr. price! I thought

you were busy this summer.

Go home, Barry.

No, that's what

I'm saying, dude.

It gives you a mental edge.

Okay. How do you do it?

You just shove it

down your pants

in the middle of...

No. That would scare kids.

What you do is, prior to

the match even starting,

you cut a little hole

in your pocket.

Right? Cut a little

hole in your pocket.

That way, every time

you go to serve the ball,

you know that that ball

has grazed your scrotum.

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