Sleepers Page #7

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You could've helped her across the street...

...or you could've bought her an ice cream.

You didn't have to throw the game.

Yeah, and now we're the Salvation Army.

You ever wonder why there ain't a Salvation Navy?

Game over, losers. Cough up the cash. A buck each.

He's no better than you.

He was today.

No. You let him be.

All because Irish, here, has a thing for little girls with no legs.

Look, stay away from this, fat man, all right?

You boys are soft like bread. It's going to catch up to you.

And when it does, it's going to hurt...bad.

What happens is our business, not yours, okay?

You gotta stay tough to be tough.

Guy smells it when you're weak; eat you like a salad.

Do you see that street?

That street is the dish of life, and you boys are appetizers.

Somebody gonna come along, eat you up and forget about you by dessert.

Take it easy, fat man. It was just stickball.

Yeah, but going soft is a habit.

You have to keep yourself mean and cut your life around it!

All right, all right, calm down.

It's like hanging out with f***ing Confucius over here.

Be funny, limp dick.

Look, this is just free advice from me to you.

You take it or you throw it away. It don't matter.

Thanks a lot, fat man.

In truth, we were all surprised by Michael's actions.

But in his mind, losing that game meant...

...handing a feeling of victory to a girl in a wheelchair...

...was more than the right thing to do.

Come on, let's go swimming.

The temperature topped out at degrees...

...on the day our lives were forever altered.

I'm frying like an egg up here. I say, we get some buttered rolls,

a couple of cold sodas, and head down to the docks.

Can't you feel the breeze up here?

What breeze? We're surrounded by a wall, genius!

The devil couldn't stand this heat.

Will you guys shut up, please?

I'm trying to get my burn.

It's degrees!

-There's some breeze up here. -It's a hot breeze.

We haven't hit the hot dog vendor in a couple of weeks.

I don't know, Mikey. That cart guy ain't like the others.

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