Chuck Page #4

Something I shouldn't have.

It was after the Foreman fight, yeah.

I took a beating, so I figured

I'd get myself something nice, you know.

That's real nice. That's shiny.

If I rub it, does something lucky happen?

- Phyll.

- Coffee, black. Thanks.

- Excuse me!

- No, don't apologize.

This is my...

His wife. Your wife.

Sh*t.

No, no, no. It's okay. It's okay.

Trust me. It's not your fault.

This is just what he does.

It happens all the time, okay?

He sees a bimbo like you, you know,

don't even have to be pretty, and you're not.

And the bimbo says,

"I got freckles on my ass."

And boom! Chuck here falls in love.

He just falls in love

with the freckles on your ass.

I don't have freckles on my ass.

- Phyll, please...

- Shut up. I'm talking here.

Of course you don't have freckles

on your ass. That's not the point.

You don't have anything at all to

recommend you, but that don't matter.

See, you're just the next person in line.

The next person who looks at him

like he's something special.

You look at him like that, you got him.

No, no, no, it's okay. Stay.

You need to hear this.

See, you think you're special

because of those freckles, right?

And maybe you even marry him.

And have a baby with him.

And go through f***in' hell with him.

Year after year after year.

Because you think that'll make him stick.

That'll make him yours. Just yours.

Only yours forever.

But you're wrong.

You see?

You're just so f***in' wrong.

I'm taking Kimberly to my mom's.

You do what you want.

- Phyll...

- F*** you, Chuck.

Hey, what is this, a typing class?

All right, I'll give you a weather report.

The temperatures are rising.

I need a dime, fatso.

Forget it, we're even. Crocker.

Hello?

It's me, Al.

Hey, AI.

What are you doin'? You sittin' down?

Yeah, I'm watching Kojak.

- They're looking for a white guy.

- What?

What are you talking about?

Don King wants to make this whole fight

a race thing.

So, he wants Ali to fight a white guy,

and since you're the only one

in the f***in' top 10...

You hear me, bubala? You hear me?

You're the f***in' white guy!

Sometimes you just can't believe

your own dumb luck.

Don King decided to get creative.

All they needed was a white guy.

And by process of elimination, that was me.

Ali could've been purple for all I cared.

They wanted me, Chuck Wepner.

The bum from Bayonne was getting a shot

at the heavyweight champion of the world.

- Hello?

- Hey, Phyll, it's me. You hear the news?

Yeah, it was on the radio.

- Pretty great, huh?

- Yeah, it's great, Chuck.

But right now your daughter

is staying at Grandma's house

because Mommy caught Daddy

with his hands in some panties

that didn't belong to Mommy.

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