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:05:00
- Get up!
- Five, six...

:05:02
seven, eight, nine!
:05:05
He's out!
:05:08
Fight.
:05:12
The body, Roy!
:05:21
40 to win 80!
:05:34
With all that headgear,
it's like trying to fight Darth Vadar.

:05:37
You gotta stay with his head.
You got that? Yeah?

:05:40
Only an 18-year-old could drink and fuck
all night and still look that good.

:05:43
You'd like to put a grand
on the kid going three?

:05:46
Cheap Ray Bans, a grand.
:05:58
One, two, three...
:06:01
four, five, six, seven...
:06:06
- You sure you want this?
- He's right, son.

:06:10
- You can walk out of here proud.
- Fuck you, nigger.

:06:23
Eight, nine!
He's out!

:06:27
Nice work, kid.
:06:29
Gut shots are the worst.
:06:30
- The worst.
- The worst is yet to come.

:06:33
Sam's up next.
Remember?

:06:39
You can send your next man up,
if you've got any more willing.

:06:43
I think I'll be able to still find me
a couple hands not shaking so bad...

:06:47
that we couldn't get gloves on them.
:06:50
How about your own there?
:06:52
You ready to sign
another bank draft?

:06:54
- Absolutely.
- Good.

:06:58
Your man here, "Honey" Roy...

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