The Gambler Page #3

Well, your mother?

I don't...

- What was...

- She was an alcoholic.

She was insane.

Wait, wasn't your dad...

I don't see how this is pertinent.

No money,

no advantages, no peer of the realm.

You're not the Earl of Oxford, are you?

No?

Then why are you better

than the rest of us?

No, you look at me.

You are better than the rest of us.

If no one's told you yet

you're a genius and an artist,

let me be the first.

Okay. I don't know if you can say that.

'Cause I think it's subjective, man.

I mean, we all have something to offer.

Bullshit.

Genius is magical, not material.

If you don't have the magic,

no amount of wishing will make it so.

Miss Phillips,

if you plan to continue

to come to my class,

you sit in the front where you belong

or don't bother showing up.

Have a nice day.

So, I mean, if you

can step in in some way, I...

Dean Fuller?

May I have a word?

More words?

The athletic department has asked

how a certain person is doing.

You mean the certain person

who cannot stay off his phone?

I mean, you do realise

that this certain person

cannot write at a high school level,

never mind a collegiate one.

That doesn't matter though,

right? I mean, come on.

Half the f***ing

tenured faculty would be

flogged to death for idiocy

at ordinary grammar school,

in any previous century, so...

Why would it matter?

Why do you care about that

if you don't care about anything?

You're probably right.

Motherf***er!

I'll never beat you, Mr Dexter.

But if you ever give me a point again,

I'll fire you.

Good luck in the finals.

Thank you, ma'am.

Why do you need the money?

If you were escaping for a purpose,

maybe I'd buy it.

Well, going on as I am

is the only thing I've got.

That's sophistical.

It's beneath you.

I think you would agree

that modification is possible.

Do you?

I know you're in real trouble.

I know this is all connected

to your grandfather's death.

But you're not narcissistic enough to

put on a show,

nor are you an adolescent.

And I think it goes without saying

that you're far from stupid.

You're my son.

But you have to understand...

...I've said good-bye before

to people I love.

Yeah, whatever did happen to Dad?

I have done it many, many times.

I don't want to know

the nature of your problem.

I just want you not to have it any more.

I'm not giving you any more.

Hey.

You Jim Bennett?

- Yeah.

- Get in.

Big Ernie.

You're not that big.

I'm not talking about my jacket, brother.

You know, with all due respect,

I'm not interested in your johnson, so...

Sure you are.

It has been so since the Greeks.

I can't argue with that, I guess.

A friend of mine says

that you're a teacher.

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