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Troubador!
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How did you figure you were
gonna get away with that?
:40:08
I'm not getting away with anything,
Bobo. -You're fucking right!
:40:12
How much did your pals cut you in
for on that nag, or did they give you
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the same kind of screwing you gave me?
I was down on that horse, Bobo. Maybe
:40:19
not as much as I should've been.
There was a lotta action... -One question!
:40:23
You wanna stick to that story or
you wanna keep your teeth?
:40:27
I wanna keep my teeth.
-Allright.
:40:29
I'll ask you another: you think I got
no contacts out here?
:40:33
That nag paid off at almost
the opening price. There wasn't hardly
:40:37
a flutter on the tote board from the time
the odds were posted.
:40:40
There ain't enough action to tickle the
toteboard and you claim a ten-grand win.
:40:44
You send me 10.000 dollars like
I'm a fucking marker
:40:47
in rip off.
:40:50
No, Bobo... -Are we talking
straight up? -My son.
:40:55
Your what?
-My son was in the hospital.
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What the fuck are you doing with a son?
-He left home a long time ago.
:41:05
He's was in a hospital, up in Los
Angeles. He was real sick.
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Motherhood.
:41:14
I never fucked up before, Bobo.
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You got any kind of long coat in the car,
something you could wear home
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over your dress?
:41:26
No.
:41:28
I'll loan you a raincoat.
:41:43
You guys take a walk.