Personal Best

Runners, stand easy.

Please, clear the area.

Runners, to your mark.

Heads up. Heads up. Heads up. Heads up.

Congratulations.

88, what's your name? Put your name down.

The results of the men's long jump...

Winner, Ken Mercer of Arizona state...

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Well, here's your watch, honey.

- What the fuck do you think you're doing? - Terry.

Ninety-second rule, Tory. Come on.

Last call, second heat, 100-meter hurdles, pentathlon:

Report to the start!

- I don't know what happened. I mean... - It's all right.

- I mean, my trail leg, it would... - What's wrong with your trail leg?

I don't know.

Honey, I want to know exactly what's wrong with your trail leg.

I want to know exactly how it's bothering you.

- 15 meters, 60. - All right.

All right. All right.

That cunt's gonna put me in an early grave, I swear to God.

What's your name? 127, what's your name?

All right, Tory.

Tory? Tory? How's the knee?

Fuck the knee.

Look at us.

And the winner is Fern Wadkins!

In third place, with 2,581 points, Charlene Benveniste!

In second place, with 4,639 points, Tory Skinner!

This guy got so drunk at this party

that his friends called a cab for him so he wouldn't have to drive home.

So he's sitting in the back of the cab and...

"Hey?" The cab driver pulls the window back and says,

"What do you want?" And he goes,

"You got room up there for two six packs and a pizza?"

The cab driver says, "Sure." And the guy goes...

- Hey, Tory. - Hello, Duane.

You did a good job today. Congratulations.

- Thank you. - Come on, Duane.

- Are you finished? - Yes.

- Hey, Rick. What's happening? - Roscoe, congratulations.

- And you, you were really something. - Thank you.

This is my daughter, Chris.

- Hi. - Hi.

Will you excuse me?

We're going right to the dorm.

I'll walk. I don't have to get up tomorrow.

All righty.

- Anyway, that was some performance. - Thank you.

Ah, come on, Roscoe, did you see that bimbo he was with?

I worked out for four years. So what?

Winning.

Oh, boy.

Well, like they say, "It ain't everything."

It ain't everything.

I'll tell you, winning is like sex.

Sometimes you think there's just got to be more.

Listen, buddy.

- Speak for yourself. - Oh, yeah?

- What was that? - Whoa!

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- Are you all right? - Are you a friend of hers?

- Yes, I know her. - Yeah, I'm sorry.

- I want to help. Can I do anything? - No.

- Let's go and sit down, okay? - I'm okay. I'm okay.

- You'll feel better. - I'm all right.

Look, let's go sit up here and sit down, please.

Here. Put your head between your legs, please, and stay there.

I just didn't eat today. Listen, I want to pay for this.

Damn it, girl. Just keep it there for a minute.

It's okay. I'll be fine. Which dorm are you in?

- Bean East. But, really, I'm fine. - Come on.

- So, you'll get her home? - I've got my car.

We're just down the street here.

So, you take care of yourself, you hear?

Thank you so much.

Hey, it's nothing.

- Great day, Tory. See you. - Thanks, Roscoe.

You take care.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

The starter on this is totally screwed.

Listen, congratulations.

What for?

Well, I watched your long jump today. It was...

And it was great. Tremendous height.

Thanks. Thank you.

I don't know, some days you really get into it,

and, I don't know, I guess you get lucky.

Oh, God, here.

You want some Kleenex to wipe up that sour cream and chive?

Here. I'll help you.

I'll put some on my pants if you want. You won't feel so alone.

Oh, hell. It hurts.

I'm sorry.

Sorry about that, I'm not a very good hummer.

- Don't smoke much? - No.

It's like a sail.

Painting and Miss Clairol! This I do for me!

The way it catches the light and the color...

Miss Clairol! This I do for me!

- What's your boyfriend? - Duane?

Mmm-hmm.

Not good enough.

- Not good enough? - Yeah.

If the son of a bitch could have cleared 17'6", we'd still be together.

So, how Indian are you, anyway?

- Pretty Indian. - Pretty Indian?

Well, how Indian is pretty Indian?

Oh, good, there you are. Look at that.

Are you registered with the BIA? Bureau of Indian Affairs?

- I know what it is. Yeah. - No shit?

What did you spill?

Drooling all over the place?

Excuse me.

Oh, that's nothing.

What?

I'm not pointing, you goof.

- Give it a tug. - Tug?

Give it a tug.

I wish you could have seen your face.

My teammate,

Debbie Peyton, she used to come up to me before every race

and give it a yank for luck.

- For luck? - For luck.

Get out.

Anyway, I watched you today, too.

- You did? - Yeah.

That must have been a depressing sight.

No. No. No. Your lead leg's a little straight.

But basically, you've got good technique.

Better than anybody in that race today, even Laura.

Yeah. Well, I couldn't get my step.

Bullshit. You had your step and lost it.

What are you talking about?

At the fifth hurdle, when you saw Laura.

- I didn't see Laura. - You saw her.

You definitely saw her.

And what's that supposed to mean?

It means Laura's very fast the last 40 meters.

- So? - You know it. Everybody knows it.

You saw her and you choked.

- What is this? - Who knows?

I'll bet your father is always saying you don't have any killer instinct.

Am I right?

I thought so.

I'm right.

Well, listen, I'll tell you one thing. I'm as competitive as you are.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

At what?

- Go ahead. Name it. - Arm wrestling.

Arm wrestling?

Yeah. I've got two brothers, and I can beat them both.

- I'd like to see those two brothers. - No, you wouldn't.

- But that's not what we're talking about. - Oh, well, what are we talking about?

- Arm wrestling. - Oh, yeah.

Listen, are we gonna do this or not?

Because if we do, I'm gonna whip your ass.

- Okay. Whip my ass. - I plan to.

- So, how do we do this? - On the floor.

I know that.

Which arm?

You have two choices.

Okay.

Whoa!

Serious here.

Anytime you're ready.

Shit.

God.

I got Montreal in two weeks, and I don't wanna break my fucking arms.

Let's quit on the count of three, okay?

Okay?

One, two, three.

Oh. You cheater.

Sore loser, huh?

Oh, God. I take it back.

You're tough.

Tough.

So, what did he say to you after the race?

My dad?

He stared at his stopwatch and told me I forgot my warm-up shoes.

Sometimes, when you know someone,

it keeps you from knowing something about 'em

that a total stranger would see right away.

If I could have been anyone in that race today,

I'd have been you.

Why?

Because you can be great.

I've just been thinking my whole life is over.

I mean, everything I've worked for up to now.

Bullshit. You could go to Moscow in '80.

You've got everything.

Speed, strength, flexibility.

Everything I always wanted, you've got.

If I had what you have, I'd...

Oh, fuck.

What's wrong?

I'm very fucking scared right now.

Very scared.