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In the back room of a Gary, Indiana strip club, two men
and a man-turned-leg stand around a pool table...
HUR HUR HUR
...and a nickel falls 18 floors, right onto this guy's head. Knocks him unconscious. Powlus looks up and says, "I think you killed him"...
HUR HUR HUR
HUR HUR HUR
...and I says to him, I says to him, I says to him...
Spit it out, Davie, you magnificent bastard!
...I says to him, "He ain't dead. If I wanted to kill that sonofabitch, I'd have to drop a six-foot-one 225 pound overhyped no-talent douchebag on his head. You know where I can find one of those?"
HUR HUR HUR [falls off chair] I swear to Christ, Davie, that story never gets old!
[Door opens, Jimmy Clausen walks in]
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH! Why did you shoot me in the knee?
I don't give a shit what the terms of your scholarship say. You are going to take care of this for me. You took an oath. You understand, fuckhead?
Good. Now get that bandaged up, and I don't want to see you again until it's finished. I WANT MY MONEY. Clausen...next time, I'm not aiming for your knee, you understand?
[Clausen drags himself out of the room on his hands and knee (singular)]
Duffy, you think that was too much?
Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, you know? In the season three finale of my hit ABC "TGIFamily" sitcom Step By Step, I came into some money and bought a $5000 recliner. Carol was so mad, she made me sleep in it for a week. Mo' money mo' problems, boss.
See? That right there. That's why you're my consigliere, Patrick Duffy Leg.
[Bob Davie takes another drink, then misses a shot on the 6-ball]
OK, now, what are we going to do about this situation down in Florida?
We've sent three different guys down there, and he still hasn't paid. They all end up shotgunning Schlitz's and doing whipits.
GOD DAMN IT
He's a nice guy, Charlie. People like him.
I don't care if he's Mahatma Fucking Gandhi! The man bet $500 a race on the greyhounds. The man has to pay his debts.
[Weis misses a shot on the 13-ball]
We could send down Clausen...
Clausen is a piece of shit. I don't care how much schematic advantage I give him, he always comes up short. No, we've gone far enough. It's time for final payment.
You sure, Charlie? You don't want to do something you'll regret. On Step By Step season 7, episode 13, we left the baby with the teenagers. They let her go outside without supervision. Even though we eventually found her and the teens learned a lesson about responsibility, I regretted that decision for three more episodes.
I understand your point, Patrick Duffy Leg, but it's about time this paint-huffing, Beast-swilling idiot pays the ultimate price.
Who do you want to send? Davie?
Shit no. He's in no shape for it. Christ, Davie hasn't been the same since Brad Banks graduated from Iowa. I swear that bastard loved Brad Banks more than his own gouda...
That's gouma, Charlie.
Gouma. Yeah, gouma. What'd I say?
Gouda. You know, like the cheese.
Well, you know what I meant. ESPN had him broadcast every game Banks played, and ol' Bob just fell head over heels. Jesus, just look at him.
[Weis turns so Patrick Duffy Leg can get a look at Davie, curled up in a ball on the floor and making out with his pool cue]
Every time we send one of your players down there, they come back with a meth addiction and a child support payment.
It's time to bring out the big guns.
You don't mean... [looks at Davie]
[Sits up, puts down pool cue, looks at Patrick Duffy Leg]
Yes. Call Holtz.
On a soundstage in Bristol, Connecticut
I DITH NOT MEAN TO CALL RITH ROTHRIGUETH A NATHI. I APOLOGITHE FOR
THORRY ABOUT THAT. LETH TAKE IT FROM THE TOP. I DITH NOT MEAN TO CALL
OK, I'D BETTER TAKE THITH. IT COULD BE MY WIFE, AND MAN CANNOT LITH WITHOUT LOVE
HELLO, THITH ITH LOU HOLTH
YETH, HELLO THARLIE! I HOPE YOU THAW I PUT YOUR IRITH AT NUMBER THEVEN THITH WEEK...
CONTHIDER IT FINITHED.
I HAVE TO THLY TO THLORIDA. IMMEDIATELY.
TO BE CONTINUED