Million Dollar Baby Page #3

...he's gonna smother your punches

and take your balance, right?

So you watch him real carefully.

Keep rotating.

That keeps your head moving.

And keep one shoulder back so you're

always ready to fire a power shot.

Right? Go ahead, now. Good, good.

Keep rotating, keep moving. That's it.

Good, good. Keep that chin tucked in.

Come on around.

Keep moving, keep moving.

- Good, good, good.

- Like that?

Yeah. Give it a few shots.

Tuck that chin in, now.

Tuck that chin in.

Yeah, that's good. That's good.

Now, you get this down,

we'll put you on the speed bag.

You do have a speed bag.

I'll just borrow it till I can buy my own.

All right, you go on home now.

- I'll walk out with you?

- No, I am home.

- Wanna see?

- Yeah.

It's nice.

Would it bother you

if I worked a little longer?

No, just pull the door closed

when you leave.

Thank you.

If there's magic in boxing...

... it's the magic of fighting battles

beyond endurance...

... beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys

and detached retinas.

It's the magic of risking everything

for a dream that nobody sees but you.

Okay, okay, fellas, watch the footwork.

Hey, that's it. That's it.

Hands up.

Jab, jab, jab.

Hey, Flip.

Hey, Flippy, come here, man.

I think I found somebody you can beat.

I don't fights women.

Why not, bro? It's perfect, bro,

because you know why?

Because she...

Like, you, you could fight to him...

...and then you could kiss to him.

Then you fight to him one more time.

That's beautiful, man. That's like poetry.

- It's like poetry.

- You been reading and sh*t.

- Thanks, bro.

- That's a girl, man?

Flip, I think you right. Look at her little

bitty titties. They're like mosquito bites.

Man, that's barely even a mouthful.

Let me see.

Saw your last fight, Shawrelle.

Spent so much time face down,

I thought the canvas had titties.

Canvas has titties.

Hey, look at me. I'm Shawrelle.

Just humping the canvas.

Humping the floor.

Come on, bro. The floor having titties?

That's funny, bro.

Shut up, man.

What you laughing at?

Man, hold the bag, stupid.

Some titties right there, man.

Yo, when they start making those tights

for men, Flippy?

Punk.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough for the day.

- I'll give you a rubdown.

- Oh, I can't, Frankie.

Middle one's got a piano lesson.

I told Grace I'd drive her.

- Something wrong with Gracie's car?

- She hates that car.

Wants the old one back,

but the dealer said he's already got a buyer.

Maybe I should talk to the dealer.

I'd appreciate that.

Okay.

- Thanks.

- See you later.

The man's a rubdown whore.

Today he doesn't want one.

You ever do any work around here?

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