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: Eddie, is it alright if I get personal? Fast Eddie
: Whaddaya been so far? Bert Gordon
: Eddie, you're a born loser. Fast Eddie
: What's that supposed to mean? Bert Gordon
: First time in ten years I ever saw Minnesota Fats hooked... really hooked. But you let him off. Fast Eddie
: I told you I got drunk. Bert Gordon
: Sure you got drunk. You have the best excuse in the world for losing; no trouble losing when you got a good excuse. Winning... that can be heavy on your back, too, like a monkey. You'll drop that load too when you got an excuse. All you gotta do is learn to feel sorry for yourself. One of the best indoor sports, feeling sorry for yourself. A sport enjoyed by all, especially the born losers. Fast Eddie
: Thanks for the drink.
: I don't think there's a pool player alive shoots better pool than I saw you shoot the other night at Ames. You got talent. Fast Eddie
: So I got talent. So what beat me? Bert Gordon
: I'm the best you ever seen, Fats. I'm the best there is. And even if you beat me, I'm still the best. Bert Gordon
: Stay with this kid; he's a LOSER.
: You're here on a rain check and I know it. You're hangin' on by your nails. You let that glory whistle blow loud and clear for Eddie and you're a wreck on a railroad track... you're a horse that finished last. So don't make trouble, Miss Ladybird. Live and let live! While you can. I'll make it up to you. Sarah Packard
: How? Bert Gordon
: You tell me.
: [to Eddie
] You owe me MONEY.
: How's your hand? Fast Eddie
: Fine. Bert Gordon
: Good. I'd hate to think I was puttin' my money on a cripple. Fast Eddie
: Hey, whaddaya say somethin' like that for? Sarah Packard
: It's alright, Eddie. I'm sure Mr. Gordon meant no offense. It was a figure of speech. Bert Gordon
: That's right, Miss Packard. Sarah Packard
: And a fact is a fact. Bert Gordon
: Smart girl, Eddie.
: What if I don't pay ya, Bert? Bert Gordon
] You don't pay me? You're gonna get your thumbs broken again. And your fingers. If I want 'em to, they're gonna break your right arm in three or four places. Minnesota Fats
: You better pay him, Eddie. Fast Eddie
: So you figure you're still my manager, huh? Bert Gordon
: I'm a business-man, kid.