CrissCross Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 100 min
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minor league ball in El Paso...
the Sun Kings.
My daddy used to take me
to those games.
God gave us baseball to make up
for the industrial revolution.
I'll have the omelet
and the sliced fruit.
You might have to wait
for that omelet.
All right.
Make way. Coming through.
Hot stuff here.
Make way.
Had to start
without you, boss.
Did you flip
any of our singles yet?
Had to.
Leaner won't come down.
I hit it twice.
Shoot. Make way. My turn.
- You cheated.
- Hey, take it easy.
It's only a game.
Put the knife away.
What's going on here?
Cruz just found this knife.
I'll bring it
to the lost and found.
Cruz, the knife.
Bertrand, inside.
Come on, Chris. What do you
think your father would say...
if he was told about this?
Not much really.
He took a vow to silence.
He's a monk now.
Your father's a monk?
Yeah. He lives in a monastery
north of Miami.
When was the last time
you saw him?
I was nine then.
What did he say?
You remember?
Yeah. He said that
the purpose of life...
is to love everything...
even flies.
Chris, did your father ever
consult with a psychiatrist?
What for?
He talks to God.
Tell me something
about your mom.
Guys her age are always
trying to nail her.
Nail her?
You don't know what
that means? Nail her?
Yeah, I know
what it means, Chris.
Does she work?
Very hard. We're trying
to save up for a house...
for when my dad gets back.
What kind of work?
She's a waitress
and a bartender.
I got three jobs.
Hey, Chris...
you like her very much,
don't you?
Sometimes.
Anything else?
Yeah.
Tell me when
you don't like her.
When she forgets
she's a mom.
Look, Chris,
Chris? And I think that
a good idea if we did
this again sometime.
What do you think?
Anything beats
sitting around in class...
with Smethurst the worst.
Hey, Chris,
no more blades, OK?
OK.
- And send your buddy in here.
- OK.
You owe me one, Fidel.
Run, run!
Move, move, move!
Run, Tracy, run!
Run!
Go back, go back!
What?
Come on, Tracy!
Out!
You dumb son of a b*tch!
Will you throw home?
Come on, Tracy!
Hi, smoothie.
I thought you said
I was a hot dog.
My mom's team is playing
like a bunch of bozos.
How about a smoothie?
- Sure.
- On the house.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
My boss is making me
cut back on the fruit.
- How do you like it?
- Delicious.
Oh, please.
This is your first time
in public?
Thought if you could wear this,
we could go steady.
I just don't want
all the other guys...
thinking that
you're not my girl.
Hey, ump!
Jetty, what the hell
are you doing?
Come on, Oakley,
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