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: Is wrestling real? Fletcher
: In the Olympics, yes. On channel 23, no.
: If I keep making this face... will it get stuck that way? Fletcher
: Uh uh. As a matter of fact, some people make a very good living that way.
: My dad? He's... a liar. Teacher
: A liar? I'm sure you don't mean a liar. Max Reede
: Well, he wears a suit and goes to court and talks to the judge. Teacher
: Oh, you mean he's a lawyer.
: Do the claw to mom, dad, do the claw to mom! Fletcher
: Uh-oh. You've found the claw's only weakness. Subzero temperatures.
: So did you have any trouble finding the place? Fletcher
: All right, I'm late. I ran oughta gas! The gauge is broken. Rough neighborhood too. Good thing I was wearing neutral gang colors. Might've had to rip out my nine and bust a cap! My mind on my money and my money on my mind! Audrey
: They'd never hurt you, Fletcher. You're their lawyer. Fletcher
: Ooh. That was below the belt. Try to keep the gloves up. Max Reede
: Mom, dad's taking me to see wrestling! Audrey
: Ugh. Fletcher! Fletcher
: Ugh. Audrey!
: I wish, for just one day, Dad couldn't tell a lie.
: My teacher tells me beauty is on the inside. Fletcher
: That's just something ugly people say.
[the lights turn on after Max makes a wish and blows out the candles
] Max Reede
: Mom? Dad?
[Audrey and Fletcher are kissing
: MAX? Did you wish for your mom and I to get back together again? Max Reede
: No. I wished for rollerblades! Audrey
: Uh... wanna cut the cake... Dad? Fletcher
: I would love to... but I have this horrible pain in my arm... Audrey
: Oh no... run ITS THE CLAW! Fletcher
: NOTHING CAN STOP THE CLAWWWW!
: Look at what Dad got me! Jerry
: Woah, great! Hey, you know what? I have my glove in the car. Why don't you and I go to the park and play catch. Then we can rub oil in it, and wrap a big rubber band around it! It'll be great!
: Hey, great gift, Dad! Fletcher
: [to Jerry
] Thanks, son!
: Max! It's 8:45, you made the wish at 8:15. I've been able to lie for the past half hour. Max Reede
: So you were - ? Fletcher
: No! It was the truth. I just wanted to be honest with you, Max. I always want to be honest with you.
: Hey, creepy. Happy Birthday. How old are you now? 22? 23? Max Reede
: I'm 5, Dad. Fletcher
[pretends to write
: Return the beer keg. Cancel the dancing girls.
: [shows his baseball glove
] Look at what Dad got me. Jerry
: Wow, great. Hey, you know what, I have my glove in the car. Maybe we could stop at the park on the way home and play catch. Then tonight we can rub oil in it and wrap a big rubber band around it. It'll be great.
: Hey, great gift, Dad. Fletcher
] Thanks, son.
: I'm so glad my gift could bring those two together. I plan to phase myself out as almost complete.
: Maximus, I'm outta here. Max Reede
: Bye, Dad. Fletcher
: [to Jerry
] Jerry, enjoy my wife.