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Based on the true story|of Rocky Dennis
Why not? I'm a romantic.|- Oh, Mr. Romance! Great.
Hey, Mom. - What? - You forgot|what we got to do this morning.
Jesus. Who's that?|- My son. Did I?
The school,|the clinic, the blood line-up.
Well, what about us?
I was gonna give her a ride home.
Mom.|- Sorry, sorry.
I just gave her a ride home.
Hey, Rock.|- Yo, Red.
Brooklyn Dodgers, 1955.|- Good year. Seems like yesterday.
You got the lease?|I got everything else. - Shit!
I told you it was Rube Walker...
Shut up! Let's get going, we're late.
Yes, uh...|- Never mind. - Wait a minute. Ma'am!
Well, Mrs... - No Mrs.|I'm Rusty Dennis. Meet my son, Rocky.
Please sit down.
This is a public|junior high school, Miss Dennis.
There are special schools
Of course.|- Those are his needs.
Perhaps I should speak|to the boy's father.
Under the circumstances
for the good of my students|as well as your son,
I'll need additional... - Don't jerk|me around. I'm not in the mood.
I've had a real crappy day so far.
This is a copy of our lease,|a copy of Rocky's birth certificate,
and this is his last report card.|He was in the top 5% of his class.
I got some additional information.|My lawyer's name is B.D.Higgins.
If you give me any shit at all,|he's gonna drag your ass into court.
Don't worry, Mr. Simms.
I look weird|but otherwise I'm real normal.
Everything will be cool.
Thanks a lot. See you next week.
Come on. - So, you're a lawyer, Doze!|- Bullshit rules!
Cranium circumference: 67 cm.
Last one, kid.|- Alright. Really?
32 point 5 cm.
32.5- I'll measure you.|- That's good news, Rocky!
I'm cured! I can go home now.|It's the water in Azusa.
Picture time! - He knows the routine|better than we do. - It's true!
You look great. - How about my hair?|- You look fine, Rocky.
OK. Shoot!|- How's your mom? - Great.
Stand still.|- Sorry.
Turn around.|- Why don't you fill me in, Doctor.
How was it first described?|- "Lionitis". The look of the lion.
Are you new around here?|- Yes, I am.
That means|it wasn't my mom or dad's fault.
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