The Game Plan Page #4

I just can't believe that the Sara I knew

would just let her daughter

show up at my doorstep alone.

I know what happened.

- You do?

- Yeah.

- She's gained a lot of weight.

- No.

What's she pushing now? About 180?

Deuce?

Let's go.

What do you think, you're some

roaming free safety or something?

This is "cover-two," little lady,

so stay close.

Are you okay?

Do I sound okay?

What did you put in those cookies?

- Milk, flour, eggs and cinnamon...

- Cinnamon!

Cinnamon? I'm allergic to cinnamon.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- All you got to say is, "I'm sorry"?

I sound like this, "I'm sorry"?

Cinnamon!

I'm allergic to nuts.

Joe. Joe, don't forget I got that

publicity shoot set up for you today.

- You have to be there this time.

- I'll be there.

What do you think,

I'm stupid or something?

Stop touching me.

Stop eating so much.

- You're late, Joe. That's a $500 fine.

- Start a tab.

Hey, sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

King's here, Danville. I got it.

King's here.

Get a submarine sandwich

and a diet soda.

All right, let's go. Sixty-six seam,

slot left on three, on three. Ready?

All right, let's go. Sixty-six seam,

slot left on three, on three. Ready?

Suffering succotash,

Sylvester,

something seems to be wrong

with your mouth.

I said sixty-six, slot seam left on three.

On three. Ready?

Hey, Joe.

Looks like you got a rogue fan.

- I'm not a fan. I'm Joe's daughter.

- What's everybody staring at?

I didn't know Joe had a kid.

Yo, I don't think Joe knew

Joe had a kid.

- Stay here.

- Yes, sir.

Hat.

Give me this!

Here's what you got to read right there.

You all set?

Here we go. And three, two, one... Go!

Boston Rebels! Experience the heat!

Boston Rebels! Catch the magic.

Boston Rebels! Feel the...

Wait a minute. Who writes this?

Hey, let's get Joe.

He won't be expecting it.

We'll put ice in his bath.

Coop, look. Look real close.

Joe is in an ice bath.

- Well, we'll put colder ice in it.

- Glove.

Yeah.

Webber, think about this.

Big surprise, eh, Kingman?

More like a safety blitz.

Yeah, well, you should be happy.

I remember how happy I was

when my kids were born.

Yeah, but you knew

they were coming.

Yeah, well, either way, she's here now.

What's your name, sweetheart?

- Peyton.

- Peyton, that's cute.

- Hi, Peyton.

- Hi.

Oh, that's cool.

Like... Like, Peyton Manning?

No, dude.

It's like Walter Payton, right?

No. Peyton Rous.

- Who's that?

- He won the Nobel Prize.

For what team?

In medicine.

He's not even a football player.

That's stupid.

"Stupid" is a mean word.

- No, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.

- Isn't.

- Is!

- Isn't.

- Is!

Quiet. Both of you.

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