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Don't both of you think this whole fight thing
between two magazines is a bit ridiculous?
- Well... - Yes, but it's publicity,
especially in today's publishing market. And from what I understand
George's magazine could really use the ink.
I agree.
Our whole fight is inane.
I'm doing this because Richard challenged me
and, as a gentleman, I accepted.
But Richard challenged you because you wrote,
among other things, that he had the penis of a hermaphrodite.
That was sloppy journalism.
I do want to apologize
to any hermaphrodites
who may have been insulted by an unflattering comparison.
So why are you two fighting?
Richard's my boss and he said I had to.
For a team to win in a match like this, it has to be the best two out of three,
and he said that we needed a cartoonist on our side
since Ray is a cartoonist.
I really love your comics, by the way.
They say that the pen is mightier than the sword,
but when we meet in the ring
my fist
will be mightier than my pen.
I wish your pen were mightier than your fist,
but your honest assessment of your talent
is quite commendable and appreciated. Cheers.
I'm looking forward to being punched.
I've never actually practiced S&M, but I've always wanted to
and, you know, this seems like a really good opportunity,
especially since I'll be hit by someone whose work I admire.
I think that a homoerotic subtext
is precisely what this fight needs to make it more lively.
I'm sorry to put you on the spot, Mrs. Antrem,
but you've been married to both of these gentlemen.
What do you think of all this?
The whole thing is absurd. I don't want either of them getting hurt.
Hands up all the time.
The guy you're fighting is tall. Remember,
you gotta make a sandwich.
Your hands are the bread.
Your head is the meat.
Protect the meat.
Okay, Sal, thank you.
Bread, meat.
I've really been fantasizing about beating Louis Greene.
He's been rude to me one too many times.
Yeah, I have nothing against the weirdo that I'm boxing,
but I'm looking forward to kicking his ass, you know?
I keep having this daydream
that if I win I get Priscilla back.
Why'd you ever lose her anyway?
She was like a cat.
She'd never come to me when I wanted her to.
That's why I like dogs.
But when she did come to me, it was magnificent.
She was highly orgasmic.
When she sees what I do to Antrem in the ring,
she'll be reminded of what it's like to be in bed with me.
That's how you make love?
It's Stella.
We met a few weeks ago at the co-op.
Yeah, hi. How are you?
I'm good.
And, I don't know, I was thinking about you
and I was wondering
if you wanted to hang out tonight.
I'm supposed to be working on my novel.
Well, I got this really good pot...
Medical marijuana from California.
It could help with your writing.
Why don't you have shelves?
My girl... My ex-girlfriend took them with her when she moved out.
Why don't you build some?
- I'm not very mechanical. - I could build them for you.
- Really? - Yeah.
I used to work for Habitat For Humanity.
You did?
I'm human.
Let's play.
I never miss when I'm stoned,
or it's like I don't care if I do.
Come on.
Let's go.
- What? - Game on.
- What's the name of your team? - The "in your face".
- And yours? - The kicking your butts.
You are? That's weird.
It's kind of a stupid name for a team that doesn't even do that at all.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine. Where's the ball?
Is this Jonathan ames?
Yes. Who's this?
It's not important who it is.
What is important is that you take a dive
in your fight with Louis Greene, or else...
Or else what?
Or else we're gonna make George Christopher
the publishing world's laughingstock and maybe even the magazine world too.
- What are you talking about? - I'm talking about you taking a dive.
All right? I gotta go. Bye.
That's a weird phone call... Probably one of your disturbed friends.
No, you're my only disturbed friend who would do something like that.
Don't mention it to George. I don't want to upset him.
Are you gonna do anything?
No, nothing to do. It's gotta be a prank.
Let me get you guys wrapped.
I had a really nice time with Stella last night.
She's the first girl since Suzanne I kind of have feelings for.
- Did you at least bang her? - Yeah, did you bang her?
It was like a real date.
We played nerf basketball
listened to music. We didn't even kiss.
- What, are you in the fifth grade? - I lost my virginity in the 5th grade.
What was his name?
Father Francis.
I'm gonna kick your ass, Antrem.
You're an idiot, a fool, a slob.
I can't stand you.
You should never have married my ex-wife.
You're gonna shoot your whole wad.
Save it for tomorrow night.
Yeah, you're right. Thanks thanks.
I want to thank both of you for supporting me in this whole thing.
I know it's delusional behavior,
but it's important to me.
- I like being delusional. - Me too. We're delusional together.
Thank you.
We're gonna kick some major GQ ass tomorrow.
I can feel it.
I just hope I don't get a brain injury.
What, is that a bridge?
- Hey, practicing for your dive? - Why should I?
Because I have something you want.
What do you have?
I have a Viagra bottle.
The name on it... George Christopher.
He's been on this stuff since 1997...
Plenty of refills.
- How did you get that? - Hey, you know what? Shut up.
Here's the drill:
you're gonna take a dive in your fight tomorrow,
or else this bottle's going to "page six"
and Christopher, the so-called "ladies' man,"
is gonna be humiliated.
All right,
gotta go. Hanging up.
- What the fuck? - I'm Jonathan Ames.
Get the fuck out of here.
- What the hell is that thing? - You don't want to find out.
- Where's the Viagra bottle? - What you're talking about, asshole?
- Come on, man. - Settle down.
- Shit, how did you find me? - You called from your home, amateur.
I'm not a fucking amateur.
Where did you get the Viagra?
You can't make me talk.
This thing picks locks.
It also does a nice job on eardrums.
I got it from George Christopher's dumpster.
You're not smart enough to mastermind a job like this.
Who put you up to it?
You know what? I'm a lot of things, but I ain't no rat.
Hey, wait wait.
Don't tell Greene I screwed this up, all right?
He'll be pissed off. And he's supposed to give me $200.
You want to make that kind of money?
Bet on Ames.
Oh my God, really?
No, yeah, send her up.
I'm so happy to see you.
Come in.
- It's Stella. What are you doing? - Trying to write.
My book's due tomorrow and I've got 47,000 words left to go.
Also I have a boxing match tomorrow. I'm losing my mind.
Shit. I won't bug you then.
We'll do it another time.
The vaporizer I ordered finally arrived today.
Just squeeze down on that nipple
and suck in the marijuana vapor.
It's like I've been instantly and beautifully lobotomized.
I know.
And it's healthy
because it's invisible vapor.
Your apartment is beautiful.
It's a little cold, though, isn't it?
I mean, I sort of float around here
trying not to make a mess,
almost like it's someone else's home.
George, I've come here to talk to you about something.
- Your fight tomorrow... - Can we talk about the past first?
I have no filters.
My frontal lobes may be going,
but I have to say immediately
that I haven't stopped thinking about you in 20 years
and that you look very beautiful.
I'm really glad that you could hang out.
There was this pollen in the air today
that smelled like kissing.
Do you know that smell?
I love that smell.
Do you remember our little apartment
on west 11th
with the curtains by the window?
Yes, of course I remember.
Do you still like to role-play Nosferatu?
'Cause...
every couple of months
I have this recurring dream
where I'm in the curtains, hiding,
and that I'm kissing your neck.
George, I don't want you to fight Richard tomorrow.
What?
I can't back out. I'd be humiliated.
He challenged me.
He would never tell you, but he has a heart condition.
He shouldn't exert himself.
What do you want me to do?
Just let him win.
What do you call it? You know,
take a dive.
Wait, going back,
when you say that he...
can't exert himself, does that mean...?
Yes, we haven't had sex in two years.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm married.
I think I'm still coming.
My whole body is vibrating like a tuning fork.
I'm glad.
I'm not vibrating,
but I do feel really good.
Why couldn't you write your novel?
I don't know.
I just wasn't into it.
I don't mean to give you advice,
but my writing teacher said
that you should only write about what you love.
I'm not a writer,
but that's what I try to do when I paint.
What do you love?
I love being a part-time private detective.
I actually solved a case today.
Then that's what you should write about.
Want to vaporize some more pot?
I want to vaporize you.
That was lovely, George.
I know.
Thank you for being so sweet to me.
It's not hard to be sweet to you.
I think that we've entered a third act,
despite what Fitzgerald says
about there being no second acts in life.
We were married,
divorced,
and now lovers.
Will you throw the fight?
Actually, I kind of like this girl Stella.
She's sexy as hell, smart, jewish,
has a great vaporizer.
- Sounds like your mother. - I'd like to try a vaporizer.
Do you think I blew it by having sex? Do you think I'll lose to Greene?
Sal said we weren't supposed to drink or have sex before the fight.
I want to do what Sal says.
Well, I had sex and booze.
- Who did you have sex with? - I can't say, but I have no regrets.
It's the first time I haven't had to use Viagra in years.
Look, it's the losing team.
Yeah, we're not supposed to see each other till the fight.
What, is this a wedding? I can't see you in your dress?
Don't be such a frail plant.
Save it for the ring.
Many fighters choose to listen to music before a fight.
It gets them pumped up.
I've chosen to listen to your audiobook.
I find it properly enraging, so thank you.
I have the Viagra bottle. It was a dirty trick you tried to pull.
You don't read much Machiavelli, do you?
There are no dirty tricks, just winning and losing.
Don't worry, I'm prepared to beat you even playing by the rules.
- Are you gonna be all right? - Not to worry.
I'm fighting a masochist.
He'll be okay.
Okay, look, I'm gonna do the old rope-a-dope,
just like Will Smith in Ali. I watched it last night.
You mean, like Ali?
Yeah, but I didn't see Ali. I saw Will Smith playing Ali.
Anyway, I'm gonna exhaust him by doing rope-a-dope.
- All right, champ. - Okay, let's go.
Kick his ass. Come on.
Go Ray!
Remember, hands up. Go get him.
Gentlemen, I want a good, clean fight. Protect yourselves at all times.
- Touch gloves. - Hey, thanks for doing this.
What the fuck was that?
- I'm getting up. - Don't.
- Why? - Because I don't want you to get hurt.
I want you in one piece tonight.
- Really? - Yes, really.
- ... Eight, nine... - I do love you, you know.
10! It's over.
Man, get up.
I didn't get hurt yet.
I didn't mean to knock you down.
Crap.
Yeah, that's not bad.
Holy shit, Stella came. I didn't know she was coming.
In you go.
I suddenly feel scared.
That's normal. All fighters are scared.
But once you get in the ring you're like a god.
But I'm agnostic.
I'll say a prayer for you.
I want a good, clean fight. Touch gloves. Go to your corners.
At the bell, fight.
Go, Jonathan.
Protect the meat. Your head is the meat.
Your hands...
I'll say it again...
Your first novel was amateurish at best.
You are a lousy critic
and a small-time blackmailer. What do you know?
Do yourself and the reading public a favor...
If you feel the need to write, you can always keep a diary.
You shut up!
The New York Times said my prose was lucid!
Oh, God, I'm sorry. Are you all right?
Don't say you're sorry.
I didn't know The Times liked your work.
... six, seven...
- I must have missed it. - ... Eight, nine, ten! It's over.
You were amazing.
I'm so proud of you.
You want to come over and celebrate?
I can't. I already have a urinary tract infection.
I always get them after I have sex. I don't know why.
We don't have to have sex. We could just hang out.
No, it would be too frustrating.
We'll see each other in a week. I'll drink a ton of cranberry juice.
But I have to go now. I'm meeting some friends.
You were an animal.
Come on, George.
No no, that's a low blow... A low blow.
- Watch those punches. - Tell him.
Come on.
Quit holding on to me like a little schoolgirl.
You're holding on to me. Everyone can see that it's you{ holding on to me}.
Why are we doing this again?
You said my mouth was shaped like the anus of a starfish.
Nice, George!
You're destroying him. Holy shit, Edition might beat GQ.
I know. It feels so good.
Keep working your jab.
Deep breaths.
You got him.
Stay loose. Stay loose, champ.
Touch gloves. At the bell, fight.
It's your round, George. It's your round.
George, get up.
One...
two...
three...
four...
five...
six...
seven...
eight...
nine...
ten... It's over.
Who's the hermaphrodite now?
You showed a lot of heart, George.
I think I'm gonna skip out on the post-fight drinks.
This whole violent thing has turned Leah on.
She wants to have sex tonight. It's the first time in weeks.
- That's great, Ray. - Thanks.
You guys were great tonight.
What can I tell you, George?
It's life, isn't it? It's the law of the jungle.
It's Darwin.
Whatever you say, Richard.
I'll see you around campus.
Okay, champ?
Let's get in there one more time.
Thank you.
Do you think we learned anything tonight?
But that's okay.
It's good to stay in the dark about things.
It keeps life interesting.
I'm glad you're in my life.
I'm glad you're in mine, Jonathan.
Come on.
- I see. - Yeah, that's what it is.
I think I got the reach on you there.
Yeah, that's true.
But I have the low center of gravity.
It allows me to do things like this.
Slow down, little bugger.
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