Stay Hungry Page #3

Yes, I did,

but I was just kidding.

Well, you're a liar.

I watch every game they play.

They ain't got no scatback.

And they ain't got nobody

named Blake either.

You understand

what I'm saying to you?

Hey, big fella,

we don't want no hassle.

Then stay out of it.

We're just having

a good time here.

You met my buddy Blake.

He's having a good time.

Come on, now. Take it easy.

If I told you once,

I told you a thousand times...

it ain't right.

It just ain't right!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it!

Excuse me.

How's it going?

It's gonna be all right.

Let me see. Come here.

You got hit.

Who are you?

Joe Santo.

Santo.

I'm sorry.

I just came in here--

Hey, were you

really curling champion?

That thing with the ice

and the brooms?

Yep. Why don't you wash off?

I'm sure you'll be all right.

We'll wait for you outside, OK?

All right. Good.

Sorry I wasn't here to help.

Hey, Blake, is this house

for sale or what?

No, not exactly.

It's my parents' house.

They on vacation?

No. They're dead.

Then it's yours.

No, it's theirs.

If they're dead,

it's got to be yours.

Shut up, you a**hole.

Do you know that you have

the most gorgeous collection...

of cut glass out there?

That's my grandmother

you're looking at there.

That was her favorite chair.

Look, Mary...

that whole thing

ought to be in a museum.

Hey, Craig!

Been looking for you. Lunch.

How you feeling?

Got up a little late.

I wish you'd wind your clock

every once in a while.

I had to beat 'em

with ol' Lester here.

- The big server.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

I assume

you acquired that ear...

on one of your more peculiar

pursuits of higher meaning?

That's right.

Don't y'all ever get tired of

these damn club sandwiches?

I'm gonna order hash

up here one day.

They wouldn't serve it to you.

Harold!

I want some

red flannel hash, Harold.

Guess whose hands

are over your eyes...

and win yourself

a sweet surprise.

Amy, don't encourage him.

Golda Meir.

No, you big silly,

but you get a kiss anyway.

Listen, dearies,

I am having the awfulest time...

finding an authentic

for my party this year.

Can't some

of you young bucks help?

Like that one-man band guy

that fell in his drum?

No. You know, anything

authentic for the bridge room.

Craig, be a muffin

and find something for me...

will you, honey?

You got the right man, Amy.

He knows every weirdo in town.

That's three horses.

What?

You can send me a check, Halsey.

You bet.

Wait up a sec.

I'll walk out with you.

Don't bother.

I'll let you know

when I've got it wrapped up.

You sure, now?

Eleven.

Good. Come on, now.

Push it up.

Stand it up. Twelve.

Twelve.

Twelve.

You should've had fifteen.

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