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Sit. Sit. Come back.
A pain au chocolat, bud?
Please, one.
Bud,
I can't give you no more for free, huh?
Not every time.
Not no more.
I have to subsist.
I know. I know. I know.
I... I don't carry money when I run.
I'll give it to you tomorrow.
- Tomorrow 100%? - 100%.
Lou come by,
ask if you're feeding here too much.
Oh, that's 'cause he thinks
that I'm coming out of retirement,
but I'm not, so this is okay.
If you go back fighting, you're heavyweight now.
Not middleweight.
- Come on. Let's go. - Wait.
Bye, Claude.
Come on. Come on.
Hey.
Hey, Hernandez, no plantain for Silly.
I'm serious, dude.
She shits on the rug,
and she feels ashamed of herself.
No plantains.
Why does Hernandez always have to mop the floor so diligently?
It depresses the hell out of me.
How do you mean?
He's always mopping the floor
like LIFE magazine is gonna come,
and they're not.
He mops to mop.
You're trying to change the subject.
From what?
You working with me training Kid Sunshine,
like we talked about.
I'm going to J.J.'s tonight.
He wants to open a Bud's Place in the city.
J.J. huh?
Just checking it out.
Just being friendly.
Okay, I'm intrigued. What's his weight?
159.
We got to get him down to welterweight.
I thought you wanted to turn him into Floyd Patterson.
Mercury Williams' people came to us last night...
$500,000 and 2% of the pay-per-view.
For WBO at the Garden?
I mean, really getting shortchanged.
But the point is, it's Madison Square Garden next month.
Kid goes for the welterweight title.
HBO wanted to bring their cameras in here
and shoot Kid training.
"Behind the scenes," they called it.
I told them no.
You told them no?
Relax.
The fight is what's consequential.
Oh, the fight's what's consequential.
HBO's not consequential. It's not consequential at all.
It's just the only game in town.
Boardwalk Empire's not consequential.
Girls isn't consequential.
Oh, Silly.
You know how much coffee costs these days?
Uh, a buck fifty?
You say that like it makes some sort of sense.
It does.
It's a large cup, hot, doesn't taste like ass.
It's a decent deal.
Can I have a section of the paper?
You can have the whole thing. I'm gonna take a shower.
How come you never get The Ledger?
Who cares what's happening in Jersey?
I do. I fuckin' live here.
You do too, you know.
Don't remind me.
No Broadway, no Derek Jeter,
no Rockefeller Center, but I got you...
My own personal national treasure.
You stink. Take a shower!
Sorry.
I'm not used to you wanting it all the time.
I always want it all the time.
I was training. I couldn't have it.
What the fuck?
The water's not hot.
- Is it cold? - It's lukewarm.
Better take that.
That doesn't bother you? Lukewarm?
You really should take a shower while it's hot at all.
What are you doing with that pen?
Better if you get The Ledger.
You're making me depressed here.
Give me a week, a week and a half.
All right?
If I haven't gotten something together by then,
you can... you can do whatever the fuck you want.
Waitress at Beau Morley's.
You trying to make me depressed?
I was circling practical things.
Well, you're making me practically suicidal.
Give me a week. Okay?
I know I've been saying it,
but things are coming together.
All right? No red pen for a week.
You're not gonna make fun of me?
Good.
Let's go see a movie.
Want to see a movie?
You want to see a movie with me?
De Niro?
Yeah.
That is truly terrible.
Well, how'd you know who it was, then?
Oh, please. Give it up.
You won't see the Sandra Bullock movie, right?
Right.
Well, I don't want to see any action movies.
- Oh... here we go. - What?
I'm allowed to not want to see a bunch of people
get killed today, aren't I?
I don't want to fucking fight about it.
I don't want to fucking fight about it either.
Look, just pick something. I don't care what it is.
I just want to sit in a dark theater and kill time.
I was thinking I want to try auditing
some classes at Columbia...
Robert Thurman's classes on Buddhism.
Robert Thurman?
You say that like I'm supposed to know him.
I know Thurman Munson.
Robert Thurman was the first white guy
the Dalai Lama ordained as a monk.
And he's Uma Thurman's father.
He's a monk and he's Uma Thurman's father?
He resigned his monk's vows of celibacy
and married a Swedish woman.
Of course he did.
She probably looked just like Uma Thurman.
What's... what's infinite nirvana compared to Swedish skin?
That's who you want to be your teacher?
I love it. You never cease to amaze me.
He gets a pass
because he crammed with, you know, holy-moly man,
but the rest of us can't get a break...
Forget I fucking mentioned it, okay?
You don't get it. It's not about being holy.
It's about nothing being sacred or holy.
Tried to explain it, and you don't fucking listen.
Right, right. I don't listen.
It's me. It's me.
It's better with butter.
There's still time for you to get some butter.
Please shut the fuck up.
Oh, that's right.
There's no... There's no trailers here.
Shh.
I told you that was gonna happen.
You got one of them Steve Jobs,
and now all you do is check it and check it and check it.
I'm checking it constantly
because I'm in a state of disbelief.
Nobody ever fucking texts or calls anymore.
It's like they gave me the number of a ghost.
Where have all the hangers-on gone?
You used to complain about them being around.
I've lost 73 Facebook friends in the last few months.
Your shoelaces are untied.
Are they really your friends?
Anyways, very least, you can not check your phone
in the middle of the movie.
Movies like that bug the hell out of me.
I mean, why don't they just move?
I thought the movie was solid.
So if you don't mind, I want to be alone with my thoughts
for a little bit before you pollute me with your negativity.
And where would they move? Where are they gonna move?
Far away. You're in love.
Some assholes tell you not to fall in love.
Move away from the assholes.
I think wherever they went...
They went... Please.
They move to Rome. They move to Paris.
Who the fuck is gonna care? They can do their own thing.
They can lick pears and chew salami.
Even if you move, your problems don't vanish.
They do if your problem is where you live.
Oh, look!
- Did you hear that? - Yeah.
It was spitting something up.
He was not. He was laughing.
I made him laugh. You couldn't tell?
Oh! Ho-ho-ho!
Uppercut, uppercut, left, right, left.
Right?
Right.
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