Cowboy Up Page #5

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-That's right.

-This is Sophie.

What about having dinner

with us tonight?

Sounds good.

You're on, Miss Jones.

Gotta go. Bye.

(PHONE RINGING)

Grab that for me. Push "talk."

Hello?

No, she's gone into the arena.

She'll be a minute.

ANNOUNCER:

Here she is,

ladies and gentlemen,

the world's champion,

Celia Jones.

Damn. They better be paying

her a lot of money.

The joke is,

she's a vegetarian.

-I wouldn't have put you

two together.

-That's why it works.

Tell you the truth,

with a woman like that,

most guys are just scared

of them.

Probably for a good reason,

don't you think?

-Well, they gotta love

somebody.

-And that'd be you?

Why not?

Hello?

Hey, thanks.

I'm sorry. Dinner's off.

Maybe we'll hook up

in Carson City or something.

Sounds good. Nice to meet you.

-Bye, Celia.

-Bye-bye.

See you later.

ANNOUNCER:
Well, stand back.

We got our bullfighters

over here.

Come on. Don't be late.

(HORN BLOWS)

-You okay?

-Yeah.

ANNOUNCER:

The score coming up f

or Ely Braxton.

Eighty-four points!

Hey!

(WHISTLES)

Dinner's back on if you guys

wanna hang out.

That'd be great.

That'd be great.

-Mario's at 8:
00?

-Yeah.

-Okay, bye.

-Bye.

Seems stupid to bring

me along.

Au contraire.

It's the slow approach.

In matters of love,

brotherly accompaniment

equals respect.

You go in slow

like an iceberg

and by the time

she knows what's happening,

it's too late.

That sounds more

like war than love.

-Love is war.

-You're so romantic.

How's your year been, Ely?

-Pretty good.

-Yeah?

He's been getting checks.

Wrangler called and made

him an offer.

They've really been beefing up

their budget this year.

It's not exactly like

they're giving the money away.

I don't know how you guys

deal with the judge thing.

The judge thing?

You know, the judges

give the scores.

It's like ice skating

or boxing.

Where's the win in that?

If you watched enough,

you'd be able to tell

the winners from the losers.

Really?

I'll take that, please.

-Are you all through?

-Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry.

We don't take credit cards.

-You've gotta be kidding.

-I'm sorry.

They call this a restaurant.

I'm gonna take a pit stop.

I'll see you guys out front.

Sure. It was nice to meet you.

-You're not coming with us?

-No, I'm gonna walk.

Okay. See you.

I'll meet you outside.

-You got any cash?

-No. You said dinner was

on you.

That's when I thought t

hey took credit cards.

I don't have any cash.

Bit of a tight spot, eh?

Sh*t!

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

I love you,

you son of a b*tch.

Go get her.

Oh, she loves that.

-You ever get a massage?

-Every chance I get.

You?

Once. It was kind of like

a gift certificate.

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