Southside Page #3

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I'm telling you, Donald,

this kid is my shot, my shot.

I don't want to see you get shot

before you get there.

My best shot

since you.

Don't bet your life

on a goddamn fight, Gordon.

Yeah?

Wouldn't be the first time,

would it, huh, champ?

(Jacko)

Travis, Amy Colletti's tits

are not real.

Yeah, well,

they still make my dick hard.

Brenda Berman's tits

are real, all right?

She takes her top off,

they're, like, down here.

They make

my dick hard too.

(Jacko)

Everything makes

your dick hard.

What's wrong?

Your boxing buddies

are a little pissed off?

Ah, f*** 'em.

I got no friends

in the ring.

(Jacko)

You ain't got many friends

outside the ring either.

Well, that's because I hang out

with a madman like yourself.

Nice fight, Skids.

Nice face, O'Malley.

The way I do it,

there's no prick

in a bow tie

stepping in

to save your ass.

[Scoffs]

You do that

a little bit too well,

big boy.

You know what,

you f***in' wet nurse?

I'm right here.

Let's go.

Yeah,

imagine that,

the two of you talking

about pricks and asses.

The f***

did you say?

What the f***

did he just say?

- He's just pissed...

- F*** you!

Hey, he's just pissed

that the scout's

coming to see me,

not him.

All right?

F*** 'em all, man.

I win this fight,

and we are off to...

(both)

Las Vegas!

- Give me your magic.

- That's right, baby.

Sh*t, all those

horny showgirls, baby.

- Mm, mm.

- The whole f***in' place.

It's gonna

be ridiculous.

Oh, yeah, ooh,

and speaking of p*ssy...

Hmm?

You, ah...

you got a rubber?

What, did you run out

of clean socks?

[Mockingly laughs]

F*** off, dude.

Annie says I finally score

if I bring a rubber tonight.

Oh, thank you.

You know what?

Give her one for me,

all right?

[Chuckles]

Remember, Travis,

it's not how deep you fish.

It's how you wiggle the worm.

All right?

[Door slams]

[Sighs]

Boy, it's getting

a little stuffy in here,

isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Why don't you

get out of here, huh?

Yeah, you know what?

I think, uh, we should...

we should get out of here.

Yeah, good idea.

Get out.

Excuse me.

You're excused.

Well, that's so f***in'

kind of you.

Yeah.

Look, you're

in training, Travis.

I don't want you hanging out

with this guy.

Okay, you're my manager,

not my f***in' father.

No, I'm your...

no, I'm your friend, Travis,

your... maybe

your only friend.

Look, this fight

can change your life.

Don't f*** it up.

Hey, don't worry,

okay?

I'm... I'm gonna kill

this a**hole.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Now, get out of here.

Go to bed early, huh?

Jesus.

I'll be in

by 10:
00, Mom.

Yeah, be in by 10:00.

That kid.

F***in' sh*t!

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