The Cutting Edge: Going for the Gold Page #3

-Ladies.

-Alex.

Oh, this is obviously

the "more or less" part of my life.

I don't know what else to say.

Can I get you your car?

No. No, no. We're good.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, I'm just surprised

to see you here, that's all.

Well, I guess we all

have our secrets.

Excuse me.

I've been waiting five minutes.

-I'm in the middle of something.

-I should really just go, because--

There's this party.

-But listen, I'll see you later, okay?

-Jackie....

Excuse me.

Here, knock yourself out.

It's on level five.

I didn't think you'd come.

Well, I promised, didn't I?

Look, I'm sorry

about how I acted earlier.

It was rude and immature

and I apologize.

Why didn't you just tell me

who you really are?

Well, I should have.

But it's like you said...

...everyone's entitled

to their secrets, right?

So did you and your friends

have a good laugh?

Don't go acting all wounded.

I said I was sorry.

Sorry you let me walk around

all day acting like a big idiot...

-...thinking you're all impressed?

-Yes. But I was impressed.

And you didn't start acting like an idiot

until two minutes ago.

See, now, this is why I didn't tell you.

I knew you would act all intimidated.

Intimidated? By you?

Hey, look, don't flatter yourself.

Flitting around on the ice

is not exactly a real sport.

Oh, my God,

you wouldn't even last five minutes.

Because you're embarrassed...

...don't take it out on me.

I work incredibly hard.

Maybe.

But I wonder where you'd be...

...if your parents

hadn't won a gold medal...

...and built you a world-famous sports

complex to go play ice princess in.

Listen, you little arrogant jerk...

...everything that I have ever won,

I have earned by working my ass off.

I have skated until my ankles bled.

I have woken up at 4:30

every morning for seven years.

And until my accident,

I did not miss one practice. Not one.

Well, it sounds like

you need to get out a little more.

That's-- That's really great advice.

Especially coming from

a professional athlete.

Well, I might just be an amateur,

but I can tell you one thing:

You won't get anywhere just waiting

for the waves to come in.

I guess it just depends

on where you wanna go.

And I don't think you have a clue.

So don't blame me because

I know what I want out of life.

And what I don't.

I guess I don't need to ask

about your trip.

Well, if sweetness and light

was what you expected...

-...I'd ask for my money back.

-Jackie.

Look, Dad.

I know what you're gonna say.

And the answer is--

No. You listen. If I don't have

a sponsor, then I can't go on the tour.

I need you to call them back and tell

them they're idiots if they pass up.

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