:20:03
Jesus!
:20:04
It's finally happened.
:20:06
- Hi, guys. How you doin'?
- Hello.
:20:09
- Hey, fellas.
- They're fuckin' horrible-lookin'.
:20:12
Don't look at me. It's McGrath's doing.
:20:14
What did he trade for these assholes?
A used puck bag?
:20:17
I think it's a fuckin' disgrace.
:20:19
- Watch Braden. He's gonna do somethin'.
- Hi.
:20:23
- Are you guys brothers?
- Are you guys brothers!
:20:28
- What a life.
- OK, bets on the trip, men.
:20:30
Walt has entrusted me with
our ETA in Lancaster, $5 limit.
:20:33
OK. I'm ready to take estimates
from the membership.
:20:36
Walt is the leading contender
:20:38
for the outdoor record,
Charlestown-Lancaster.
:20:41
All aboard, son. Let's go, Walt.
:20:45
Where are the new boys?
:20:47
Oh, son. There are your brothers.
:20:50
- Why is the fuckin' old man on this trip?
- I don't know.
:20:58
(§ "Right Back Where We Started From"
by Maxine Nightingale)
:21:02
(Joe) I'm expecting great things from you.
:21:05
Walt, you didn't tell me you were
holding out on your old bookmaker.
:21:09
§ Ooh, and it's all right,
and it's comin' on
:21:13
§ We gotta get right back
to where we started from
:21:16
§ Love is good...
:21:18
- Who opened?
- On the stick. Let's go, Denis.
:21:21
Two dollars.
:21:23
Two bucks. I'll call.
:21:25
- Fold.
- Let's see.
:21:28
Two and sixes.
:21:30
- Hey, that's nice.
- I'm out.
:21:33
- Kings over.
- Fuck.
:21:36
- I lose my blouse.
- Shirt. Your shirt.
:21:39
Shit.
:21:40
Denis, mon ami, if you sign your contract
over to me, I'll prorate your losses.
:21:44
Jesus, Braden. You would, wouldn't you?
:21:46
My ambition is to win all your contracts,
own this club and run it my way.
:21:50
- I'd make a fortune.
- Yeah.
:21:52
Compulsory fashion shows
every afternoon.
:21:54
- Radiothons twice a week.
- Recycled jockstraps.
:21:58
- Who owns the club, anyway?
- I don't know.