:57:01
- Hello there, Miss Bachman.
- Hello.
:57:04
- Smith. Evening Mirror. Smitty.
- Oh, yes.
:57:08
Aren't you here for the fight?
:57:11
The boys'll dope me in.
He's at it again; that's the main thing.
:57:15
- I guess so.
- And how are you holding up?
:57:17
- Fine.
- Must be kind of tough on you now, though.
:57:20
- Not especially.
- Sure. Moving around so much.
:57:24
When my missus was
four months gone with little Smitty...
:57:31
Go away, will you?
:57:34
You were looking so peaked the other day,
and you did go to the doctor, Miss Bachman.
:57:39
- Decided not to have it?
- Why do you do this?
:57:42
- Don't be sore. People wanna
read about you, aboutJack.
:57:46
If there's something new,
I'd like to get it first. That's all.
:57:49
Nothing personal. And it's no worse
than getting paid for knocking people down.
:57:54
What the hell's going on in there?
:58:53
How much you say he weighs, Fred?
:58:57
265. He's 6'8".