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Ricky Nelson?! He's white!
-Like what? -Your dignity.
I think we just tell her, that's all.
Let's hear it for free enterprise. I didn't say that.
I am Ms. Hayes, aren't I?
Give me a minute.
I'm sorry to come in so early and without an appointment.
-You know what I'm saying. -You talking about the bet?
-What are you gonna do with us? -Kill you.
-Yeah, and...? -And you're not.
Does that mean the bet's off?
A hand maybe?
You.
Sharpening your axe.
Let's get one thing straight, bub.
Fifty thousand dollars. I can't believe we did that. David!
I want you to tell her not to worry.
Show her in to Ms. Hayes' office. We'll join her momentarily.
No.
This is supposed to be it.
-Okay, roll your window down. -Okay, I'm ready.
You don't care about the business, about me, about anything.
I believe I feel a little celebration in the air, kiddies.
...50 he could extort money from the woman who brought him up...
You see, I'm not only looking for someone to simply save Clark...
Couldn't have been that they walked in on a moment of fun and frolic here.
I don't know.
I've come to understand that he enjoys losing, not winning.
-Clark did it again. -Yeah.
No matter how long it takes, no matter how much money it takes...
...not limboing. You just encouraged them.
I gotta do some damage.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Sure, I ain't never licking your face when your father's around.
It all would have worked wonderfully...
-What are you saying? -I think the sensible thing--
If you are, it's not fair. We had a definite mood going. I was just--
-We should've handled it differently. -You mean the time, being late?
It's just that I like to know that I've struck the best possible bargain...
-What was that all about? -What was what?