Gregory's Girl Page #4

And she's on the team?

Well, I think

she's taking my position...

but she's really

a good footballer.

Can she cook? Can she do this?

Look, Steve...

when you're in love, things

like that just don't matter.

Give me the margarine.

Think she'll love me back?

No chance.

Watch that mix,

or it'll go stiff, Gregory.

What do you mean, no chance?

No chance.

Another goalie.

It's real garbage.

This is a real farce.

Nine games lost in a row,

and what do we do?

Sack the goalie and put a girl

on the forward line.

It's a madhouse!

Watch the game, Andy,

watch the game.

She's good. She can move.

It's not right. It's unnatural.

It doesn't even look nice.

It's modern, Andy. It's good.

More than girls, more than boys.

It's tremendous. Look.

Get back.

Get back!

Girls weren't meant

to play football.

It's too tough, too physical.

Tough?

Have you ever seen them

playing hockey?

They're like wild animals.

Even at twelve or thirteen,

they'll kill you.

You know, hockey was invented

by the Red Indians...

as a form of torture.

They used to make the cowboys

play the squaws.

Shite! That was lacrosse.

And anyway, if women

were meant to play football...

they'd have their tits

somewhere else.

They weren't designed

for football.

Watch the ball!

Crouch and meet it.

Don't wait for it.

Watch the winger,

he's coming up fast!

Wait for the cross!

Come on. Give us the ball.

What a prick.

Took my eye off the ball

for a split second...

two micro-seconds.

We need more women on this team,

more new blood.

Yeah, she's some girl.

Go on down. Make it good.

Look! A goal!

Oh, great!

What a goal! What a girl!

Yeah, she's got a nice pair

of legs as well, eh?

Andy, please.

Look at that.

It's disgusting!

That is perverse...

and--and on a football field,

with kids watching.

Come on, there's a football game

to be played.

That's the sort of thing

that gives football a bad name.

That--that is disgusting!

That's a girl?

You're a genius, Robert.

You're a genius.

Have you got any band-aids

in here?

There's none next door.

Maybe.

I'll get some.

Don't panic.

It's just a scratch.

I only want to stop my tights

getting blood on them.

Big gorilla on the left wing.

I got him back.

I got my boot on his shin

and slipped it right down.

Big animal.

You'll have a bruise there.

Not if I let it bleed.

That's the idea.

I don't bruise easily.

I do.

I bruise like a peach.

Bruise.

See that? I was only three

when that happened.

I was chasing a boy

on the beach.

I wasn't gonna hurt him.

I fell on a bottle.

That'll never go away.

I'm marked for life.

I'm imperfect.

No, no. It's nice. I like it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

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